[ It doesn't take Roslyn long at all to show up - she'd been hovering nearby ever since the teams decided to go in, spending most of that time pacing nervously.

The text had been - not entirely a surprise, but the source had been, and if she seems slightly distracted the first moment she walks in it's because she's watching Batwoman with an unreadable expression for a moment. ]

It would help if people put weapons away, please. [ Focused again, and her own hands are loosely at her sides, jeans and a white button down leaving no room to hide a weapon, her shoulder holster still on but clearly empty.

A beat, because she's been excoriating others for their lack of hostage negotiation knowledge but hers isn't all that extensive. She has a little, but this is a situation she's never particularly found herself in. ]

Here's the thing. All official authority I have is derived essentially from saying I have it. [ The brutal truth, because she doesn't have much else. ] I cannot give an absolute guarantee that I will be able to keep you safe from the population. What I can promise is that any mistreatment of you would have to be over my dead body. And I can promise that I will do everything in my power to ensure that you all receive a fair trial. I don't know what you need me to swear on, but I'll do it.

[ And looking over at Chloe. ] Chloe, Charlie. Please. Somebody's already died. I don't intend to let anyone else.