"I can't say I'm particularly good with firearms. Never touched one before the Outbreak, and I only have enough training to know how to reload, clean and fix up to about three different models. Every other skill has come from necessity and practice." The steel of one of the knives Brennan had on him at all times seemed to burn against his skin, as if to remind him that it was still there. "I just happened to be proficient in the kind of offense that puts me right in the center of everything; by that point, they've usually already found me." He was just as serious as she was, and his countenance must have turned almost severe when she said alone.
"Out there? Alone?" It could have sounded angry, or concerned like a worried father. He was almost sure he was old enough to be passably so. He almost went into a fatherly tirade of 'you could have been killed out there,' but held his tongue in the long run. "Hopefully that isn't going to continue."
He looked over his shoulder when the room became silent, seeing that the Shufflers had started moving. He tried to see if there was a person out there with them, or if another stray animal caught their attention. Perhaps there was some sort of smell they had picked up on. He couldn't tell from this distance what might have garnered their attention or in what direction they were heading into, though it looked like, from here, that they weren't approaching any of the safehouses.
Brennan took a minute to make sure he remembered the desk she had pointed out, making a mental note to check it for her finished schedule at a later date.
"I agree. I don't think I would have put so much effort into it if I wasn't sure that there was going to be some use for the information." Brennan stood back up, picking up his habit of pacing as he thought. "Most of the survivors just expect us to kill them. Researching them, gathering data, collecting information, that's almost like wasting time. I'm waiting for the people in charge to come down on me for this." He stopped wearing in the floorboards to look at Eloise. "Until they do, I'll be doing whatever I can."