"We smell fine. Sunny just gets off on insulting everyone. But a shower might not be amiss." He drew her in to give her a kiss and squeezed her before he let go to make his way down the ramp. "A Strider's life is their own to live. My peers don't care what I do with my private time, as long as it doesn't interfere with my work." He reached out to take her hand and squeezed it tightly. "And considering just how essential you're going to become to all of our work in the coming days I doubt anyone is going to object anytime soon."<br/><br/>He brought her to yet another room, one door down from the armory with a long window that opened into the main hall. Inside the room was a long table lined with padded chairs, and a whiteboard covered one wall. The whiteboard had been an unusual and excellent discovery in the bunker, and Carson let go of her hand to approach it and begin outlining the situation as he knew it. He noted the skull symbol, drew the other three in their full cross format, and outlined what they had done for sure--the murders and assault on Safeco--as well as what they were suspected of--manufacturing and artificially spreading the Plague.<br/><br/>He spun the marker in his fingers as he stepped back to inspect her work, then glanced over at her. "Do you want to add to this, add notes about the Runners, or would you rather speak it than write it?"