[Smeared with muddy ash, soaked with rain, her hair disheveled, and pretty obviously running on the fumes of three day old coffee or something, Lin looks very little like her usual, composed self. A wet rag hangs limp about her throat, and behind her is a low blaze in the distance, a line of exhausted people wrapped in soggy, fire-retardant clothing lean on shovels beside a wide trench some few yards away. Rain patters down heavily, pinging off her breastplate. The police chief is hoarse, and has to clear her throat before she can manage some sort of understandable communication.]

The fires that caught in the city have been put out. The rain has cooled the lava to the point where it's virtually stopped, and the fires in the forest are, if not entirely controlled, it's contained and closely watched. You're free to return to your homes, if you evacuated. In fact, we encourage it. Take careful stock of your possessions and immediately report any thefts.

Those of you who helped - especially with evacuating and damping the volcano - you have our thanks.

[A ragged shout rises from the volunteers behind her, who heft their shovels in salute.]

We'll make sure the fire stays within its bounds to burn itself out. Get some rest, people.