Ah, that was the trick of it. Explaining what was going on, what they were here for. Even Remy didn't get all of the hows and whys of it yet: he knew the basics, of course. Everyone did. They were drafted to help change this place for the better, and the porter occasionally drew in about a thousand other clueless people and homicidal villains to muddle it up. He sighed, leaning against the wall behind him, his arms crossing at his stomach.

"Truth be told, fille, I don't got all the answers, just some. Don't t'ink no one's figured dis place out one-hundred percent yet." He offered her a smile. "All we do know is dat we here t'make some kinda difference, jus' like back home. Place is outta whack wit' villains and de like, and de police can barely keep up wit' it all."