Simms again expected some comment on what he did, or a question of if it was true, or something, but the subject went right by, and for the moment, Simms was fine with that. Maybe he'd ask later. He didn't care right then.
He took the flashlight, nodding a thanks as he flipped it on and off, just to see how bright it was. "You can't even guarantee that anyone else will come down here," he pointed out with a bitter laugh. "If everything's fucked up up there, like you said?" He scoffed. "Then thanks for breakfast. And the news. The fucked up news."