Steve nodded. "She really has been. She's been doing more than any of us could have done alone, but in the end, what we do together is a lot more than the sum of what we can do individually, because none of her food would matter if we can't get it into the right hands."
He looked at John for a moment. "You know some of these people, don't you? Different versions of them perhaps, but with everything you and Marcus have said, it's not hard to figure it out. It must be hard for you. If you want to talk, I'm always around."
Steve shook his head. "I think the people who might know are the people who aren't talking to us. There has to be something off, something that doesn't feel right to them. Whether it's a plant that happened too fast, a camp that was lost too quickly. Something. Maybe a little talking while you look for food won't hurt. We also have another possible problem." He had debated asking John. He was the one most likely to distrust Elizabeth, but also the one with the information, and in the end they needed information. "Can these machines be reprogrammed?"