Meanwhile, on the other side of the quarantine, Miranda was meandering towards the sewers, cursing her luck, her loyalty to Casio, Arcadia's Gross Domestic Product and the fact that for all the damage her damn eyes were still receiving texts. A message from Callie-cat's antique of a Cellular Phone, asking for her to find her a way out of Ghajotia. A vicious part of her wanted to reply "Walk." but looking at some of the hardware the boys at the borders were carrying, it wasn't bloody likely. An inordinate amount of firearms for a response to a plane crash and chemical spill.
Ghajotia was an interesting place when it came to transportation, almost nobody owned their own Automobile and most of the roads were a bit too narrow and winding for two-way traffic. Hence most people either got around via a bike or a hoverscooter. At least while moving around the neighborhood itself. To get in or out? There was the Railway. Trouble was, operation had been seized. Not that they were shooting up anyone who was trying to Evacuate or anything like that. But ID's were being checked and people with a rap sheet were being pinched. Pretty peaceable, all things considered, but then faced with the choice of choking to death while your skin peeled off and spending a few hours in Lock up, it almost seemed reasonable. Unless you were a career criminal who'd be spending the rest of their natural life in Lock up. Ooor you had recently bombed a skinjob joint and were on the hit list of half of Delcos.
Either way. It wasn't an Option for her, or Callie. At least, not as Passengers. 

[b]Ok, I've got a way out but you're going to need a Tie, conductor Hat, White Business Shirt, black Cardigan and a willingness to bullshit a lot of scary men with very very big guns.[/b]