The Travelers didn't care. What assessment her power had been able to pull from the team was almost sad, or it would have been if it hadn't been so worrying. They were so fixated on the prospect of a cure, or getting help and escaping their situation that they didn't even consider the risks. Too long living next to the danger. They'd become numb to it. An S-Class threat that could end the world was just another member of the group, someone to be pitied rather than feared.
There was something off about the mentality of that team, more than their circumstances could explain. She couldn't place it, but for a different reason than the obstructions she had been struggling with until March's death. It was a kind of twisted instability that wove itself through every member of that group. A subtle wrongness that she probably would never have noticed without full access in the wake of March's influence vanishing from the city.
Coil didn't care. Either he didn't see it, or he assumed his power was sufficient to protect him. Just another contingency meant to stack the deck in his favor. It was displayed so blatantly that she had to wonder if he knew. If somehow he had discerned her plans, picked apart her actions, his subversions. He loved to hint at the actions he had taken in his disposable timelines. Acquiring analysis that she didn't remember providing, revealing secrets that could only be acquired through extremely costly action, or even implying consequences for crimes that no one would remember.
