[ if he notices the way thomas' explanation explains absolutely nothing, he doesn't comment on it; just nods, turns to survey the walls once more. ]

...Gates first, right? And then the rest of the perimeter. We could do a patrol.

[ it's easier now that he's pretending to be a hero again. the ever so slightly unrealistic plans are a nice way of distancing oneself from the reality of the situation. ]

What if we do find people but they're the wrong kind?

--Like clones. Doppelgangers. Possessed, or something.

[ (all very real fears that he's managed to acquire over the span of the past few minutes, how childish) ]