"The city has plenty of policemen. More than its share, from what I understand." Don hasn't met or spoken to any (not wittingly, at least) but he's caught the odd transmission and reassurance is the order of the day.

His eyebrows inch upwards--a reserved show of amusement. "You didn't seem in love with that idea," he remarks of the proposal that she stay in the Sanctuary. And then that trace of mirth is gone, swept aside by the knowledge of what she's about to confront. "There are things you need to know--about Taxon and how it works. Things I can't just tell you."