Ah, good. Lance isn't even hard to find, and Lorne is glad to see warmth in his eyes, rather than something steelier in anticipation of an attack. That's more encouraging than what he says next.

Lorne stares up at God's Reach and catches a silhouette of wings. What manner of beast is that? Nope, he's going to focus on the practicalities, thank you very much. "...It might just be looking for somewhere to land. Town's not ideal for that."