The people just kept piling in and still no sign of his brother. Danny decided not to panic. There were about a thousand people coming in right now and it was possible that he'd just missed him or even more likely was that Evan was just out there helping the scared and injured get in here alright. He was fine. Danny knew it.
In order to keep his mind off of it though, Danny decided to go about doing what he usually did when there were new people. Show them around. Make them feel comfortable. He loved people, even if he was shy about meeting them at first. The whole purpose of acting as safehouse guide was to get himself out of his shell. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it made him wonder why he bothered. But today was a new day and these people needed his help just as much as they needed Evan.
A girl was passing by him, looking around the vast building and looking a little ruffled. He gently extended his hand to her shoulder to stop her, turning a soft smile on her so that she didn't panic at being touched. "You look lost..." His lightly accented voice came out quietly and he cleared his throat, "I've been here awhile. If you would like I could show you around. Where all the essentials are... maybe we can see about getting you a corner of floor to set up base at."
He laughed a little bit in spite of the dire situation, because it was still a bit amusing to him that a corner of floor was the best sort of accommodation they could offer. Privacy was almost non-existent when this many people were crammed in to one space. Often fights would break out. It wasn't anything personal. Just a release from people going stir-crazy. Danny tried to keep a positive attitude about it. Like they were just a very large extended family. Some days it was harder than others.
"I mean if you want me to show you around..." he said after a moment, feeling like maybe he'd ambushed her a little. And then he realized he hadn't even told her his name and he flushed a little, feeling foolish, "Where have my manners gone? I'm Daniel Marchand. Everyone around here calls me Danny though. It's almost better that way. It's french and you get silly boys making jokes that I have a girl's name and then I have to explain to them that it's spelled d-a-n-i-e-l and not d-a-n-i-e-l-l-e, but by that time they already think it's simply hilarious that it's pronounced in such a way and... oh, i'm rambling..."