You need to get in, and you can't see any other options.

He gestures to the guard outpost to your right, before leading you over to the security station, expecting you to follow. You can clearly tell where this is going, and really don't like it, but you don't see any other choice. Just wandering off into the dead city will probably have you dead from power loss within a week.

Once you're inside, the place is a strange mixture of high tech equipment with scavenged office furniture. You're led through the opening booth, where a young man in a cybersecurity uniform is leaning back with his feet on the desk, playing something on a phone. Dawson leads you through into the next room, which seems like some kind of interrogation cell, with a table, two chairs, and a camera staring down from the ceiling.

He closes the door behind you, and sits in one of the chairs, before pointing to the seat on the opposite side of the room. When he takes his helmet, you can see that he's an older man with brown hair, tanned skin, and rugged features. You think he might have been handsome if he wasn't a cop.

You remain standing, crossing your arms with a defiant expression on your face. He might have you effectively cornered, but you're not gonna let that show.

He places both hands on the table, palms down. His hand isn't on his gun.

"You're a smart woman, Miss Pierce. I'm sure you know where this is going. Impress me, and you can just walk into town with no trouble."