[he grumbled, obviously annoyed, before his mind suddenly reminded him 'Holy crap, there's someone alive out here.' He quickly pushed himself off the wall standing upright as he whirled round to face the stranger.]
Wait, who the hell are you? And how'd you survive out here so long? [He slowly approached the man. He didn't look like he was with CEDA. No hazmat suit for one, and he surely couldn't be with the military. Maybe they were both in quarantine, that would explain the sterile surroundings] What happened to the bridge? How did I get here? [The annoyance began to creep back into his voice.] Oh, don't tell me. Drugged and shoved in a van right? Ah, that brings back memories...