Damon, of course, already knew who was sick. He'd done a quick scan of the cameras after receiving the message. Cecilia, Jack and Lennon. His mind was busily at work as he pondered what he could possibly do to throw a wrench into things, but nobody observing him would have known that. He watched pretty Kate presiding over the meeting, pondering what she'd sounded like when he'd been tongue-deep in her and what she'd looked like swallowing his dick. Life was so interesting here.
"I can clean, haul stuff, whatever needs done," he spoke up. "We can get this taken care of workin' together." Hopefully he'd still have time for whatever mayhem ExB could think up.