Sasha was just going about her business when she stumbled more or less right into the thick of that angry mob. Something was amiss, very much so. This kind of heated discussion tended to fall into the category of one of those Big Events that her employers loved so much, so she took out her trusty notepad and began writing what she could overhear. Something about not everyone getting their supplies... something about the visitors being dangerous... something about general distrust... man, this didn't sound good. Sasha was one of those people who couldn't stand the thought of being disliked by a group of people. Hopefully no one would bother her as she slunk through the crowd, notebook in hand...