"From the river to J street and the I-80," Gwen answers Morgan with a nod. Give or take a few blocks, but really, who's counting? "I wouldn't recommend going over to the north shore. For any reason. They", she says, with a certain emphasis on the word to imply exactly who she's talking about, "are probably still sore about the last skirmish we had over the city." On this very soil, she's tempted to add. But that was part of the city's secret shame, she decided, and it would stay that way.
The large woman's eyes lock with Morgan's sunglasses, though the look in hers is calmer than might be expected. Not feral, or even challenging. Just confident. "What brings you to our town? If you don't mind me asking." She breaks eye contact momentarily to look at Matt. Something had just clicked about the way he spoke, the way he stood. There was nothing to be done about it now, though.