"If they're working on anything, I'm sure they would never tell us anything," Brennan commented. He wasn't a conspiracy nut or anything, though he had a hunch that this governmental body (whatever it actually is) is similar enough to the old one and they weren't going to just share information. Especially now once they don't have the masses clamoring for it, just more people to save them. "Other cities, other safehouses, it has to be likely that someone has gotten the same idea as us, but if they were swept up by the government, I'm not too sure on what they would end up researching."
That felt a little dark to him, though he didn't have any real suspicions about the people in charge. The only thing he really knew about them is they send people out to talk to the Immune, either give them a direction or give them Hell for not following it to the letter. He's still waiting for the agent to come down on him like the wrath of God, but no one's showed up yet.
While he had turned briefly to her while she was talking, a habit of courtesy ever present, he resumed his surveying of the area. There was a lone runner out in the distance, but it looked degenerated and it's gait was slowing until it seemed to collapse onto the ground. He watched it for a few seconds, but it never righted itself, didn't move. He jotted down a summary of the incident before he answered her.
"Before the Outbreak, I didn't keep up with research. I was an architect and that held your attention well enough." He placed the binoculars down and found her eyes while he spoke. "This research just started off as observation, really. It's hard not to notice things when you're thrown into the middle of them constantly. While I was in training, someone told me watch out for the 'ones that cry,' that sometimes they had friends. I'm still not sure what he meant, but it was the first note I took down." Brennan pulled open the first notebook and circled at the very top were those exact words and he showed it to Ellie. "I've always wanted to know what that meant, but I stuck to focusing on the useful things so that I would have something to tell people to protect them."
He remembered the runner as he placed the notebook he was holding back into the pile.