Call me Lightning. I'm not the Savior-- not anymore. Whoever still thinks of me as that is behind the times, so that file of yours is wrong.

[Meaning the file that the scientists have is also wrong. It troubles her a little, that people have a file on her, but also that people would think to hide things such as names from all else. Especially names of guests, when they already freely give it to fellow "guests".

What kind of codenames have these people been using for everyone else, if they still call her "the Savior"?]

But we're not talking about me, are we? We're talking about the truth.

[She eyes the part of the wall that have disappeared to make way for the hole. Is this how they've managed to get into the city?]