A fifties' inspired town did not instill much confidence in Daniel. Leave It to Beaver and its ilk made him cringe for myriad reasons. He wondered how they had found anything of value there, any clothing or furnishings still of any use at all. He would have to see it for himself to properly judge, and every minute he stayed cooped up by the snow was a minute of preparation and scavenging he lost.
Daniel turned back to the table, squaring himself with the plate before him. With knife and fork in hand he paused at Jack's question. He thought back over the few network posts he'd read so far, the few comments made on his own angry and bewildered introduction. He had seen mentions of security, but nothing to indicate a concrete cause for such a thing. He cut a narrow slice from the still steaming omelet.
"A guy in the basement," he repeated. "No... I can't say I remember seeing anything about that. What's that about? Or should I wait and ask Boss Lady?"