[ They are at war. Bellamy's been assured of it, though sussing out their enemy isn't as easy as he wishes it were. He surrenders the map, a little rueful at not being able to examine it further. ]

There's gaming parlors nearby. And restaurants. Some days there are markets.

[ Which is maybe how his world was once, before the bombs. Bellamy's thoughts flicker to Polis, the nearest equivalent, but even that couldn't hold a candle to the sterile rise of buildings and crush of people crowding the sidewalks. ]

Some people have gone down to subspace. But it's dangerous there, and we should all avoid the security sweeps.

[ Since they're all technically in hiding. Or they're supposed to be. ]