"I had discarded it at one point too," Brennan answered as he picked up one of the files, flipping through some of the pages. He'd found the note that he'd been looking for and he showed it to Ellie as he spoke. "Now that I think of it, I'd gone out with someone for raid or something, and we came up on a group of Shufflers. He tried to back into an alleyway and knocked over a garbage can or something and they all started coming towards us." He dropped the file after that, its purpose served. "I'd always questioned the use of firearms after that point. They make a considerable amount of noise, and more than once, I've suspected that the sound of a gun going off might just be a beacon for them." He started pacing, something he always did as he thought. "They only seem to react to really uncommon noises though. I've seen, Hell, I've walked past a few Shufflers. So long as you don't talk or have anything on you that makes noise, you can walk right by it seems. Though that's only happened once, and I don't know about the other types." He paused in his pacing. "I don't know anything about smell, except for what I've hypothesized from the Pilot Swimmers."
Brennan sat down on the window sill next to the one Eloise had been looking out of. His hand absently found the wound on his shoulder, just testing the tenderness of the healing mess. It didn't hurt much, but he took care to remember it and keep it clean.
"Organize and schedule. I've already started one for myself, though I didn't know what time you had available and what you wanted to spend it doing." Brennan dug though the stacks of paper for one of his pre-drawn schedules, one of the few left that wasn't filled in. "If you want to fill out on your own and just let me know where you'll keep it, that works too," he stated, handing over the sheet of paper.