"I hardly know anyone here yet," Lucy points out. Peter didn't much care for the city, but he didn't seem... ambitious? Adventurous? Brave? Reckless? Something like that. Not enough to take the initiative to try and get out of here, anyway. The only other people she's met were rebels.

"I've tried not to get involved. Unlike you, I don't mind settling," she answers. Though it's a bit (or a lot) of a lie. She's not sure exactly what she wants to be doing. She suddenly has far more options than she's had in years - or ever, really. No responibilities to family or friends, even. Settling in has mostly been what she's been doing to postpone any sort of choice or ambition. And part of her doesn't even care.