The situation as Martini saw it was relatively obvious: with the possible exception of a few stragglers, there were only two forces at work left in the city. First were the Maneaters, spread around town to guard the siege but still primarily concentrated in one area. Their greater intentions were not obvious to outsiders, and the danger in dealing with them went without saying. One misstep within their group would spell disaster, even for fellow Maneaters. The second force, the Sarellian military, was more difficult to pinpoint. Direct assaults had proven ineffective, and the general silence that reached her ears from the rooftop confirmed to her that any further operation on that front would feature stealth. Guerrilla tactics most likely, small forces that weren't localized and could move quickly. That made it difficult to deal with them, and depending on their marching orders could prove even more dangerous than the Maneaters unless they were fully aware of the situation. Essentially, there was one known quantity and one unknown. That was a starting point, at least.<br/><br/>At any rate, Compton still wasn't going to be much use yet, and staying on the rooftop all day certainly wasn't going to get anything done (and felt like a rather unsafe idea, anyway). The first step was to get off of the roof and change her position, and figure out what to do from there. Martini rolled over, silently crawling to the roof access door to avoid any prying eyes from the ground level. Once she opened slowly opened the door and slipped into the stairwell, she mentally sighed. If only the information she had to start with was a little more specific...the prospect of aimlessly wandering the city didn't appeal to her, in which case the best option might be to secure protection. Moving around the city freely would be much more difficult with that burrowed creature's reach, which may have extended farther than Martini realized.