Jon stood up and surveyed the scene. A lot had transpired and he took note of several people now out of their rooms. He looked behind him and noted that both the ARMORY and CONTROL ROOM were locked, and he had the only key card, so they'd be going in there soon, after things got figured out in the hallway. He moved to his own room and grabbed a sheet out of the hamper near the door, tossing it over the guard's corpse even though by not, anyone out in the hall had already had the time to look at it.

He looked from person to person and after people stopped coming out of the rooms, he decided it was as good a time as any to begin. There were half a dozen or so people standing about; Harris, Will, Petra, Marrianne, and Kim. Jon didn't know anyone aside from knowing Will was his target and Petra had been introduced--and there was Will.

Jon cleared his throat and raised his hand over his head. He looked awkward and almost shy now that he was standing in front of these people--he had the look of someone more at home behind a computer screen.

"Attention please. Or. Yeah. Ok. I have a lot of information to uh, give. So. First, I'm Jon Erikson, I'm with the CIA. Well, I'm a computer tech actually, I build top-secret mainframes and--well, nevermind. I'm not some double O 7 super spy or whatever. I know you think" he took a moment and did the air quotes when he mentioned the acronym, "he's 'C.I.A.' I'm a guy who builds computers. And networking, inter and intranets--But, yeah, some of you may not know this but... Sorry, let's do introductions first I guess. After that, I have information about...well, all this." After the words, he motioned to the area around him. 

His tone was somewhat meek and he felt somewhat insecure at switching back and forth. "Actually though. To clear things up to some of you. This is a CDC facility. All of you were selected because you are an asset that the government would need once the global infection ceased, or was at bay. I don't know what you were selected for, you may be a mechanic, or farmer, or surgeon, but the point is that you are here for a reason."

He looked around, particularly at the little girl, wondering why the hell she could be here, unless she was some child prodigy. "Some of you may have offered to come, some of you may have been...helped inside. And some of you are still thinking about the term 'infection.' Yes, it was--is real. We were in here less than 10 days after the infection, and I have no idea what has happened since, but us being out could be a good sign, or a bad sign. We have some investigating to do. So uh. There's more, but uh, I guess introduce yourselves."

Jon looked over to Harris, who simply happened to be the next person to him and indicated that he was next. Harris was still sitting to the side of his door and didn't stand up when he was prompted to speak. He was still somewhat off from the events from a moment before. His thoughts seemed to be flying by a mile a minute, and he looked about with a glazed expression and somewhat distant tone in his voice. "I'm Harris. Umm. I worked, well, I used to be a hacker, but eventually decided it best to help the U.S. government counter cyber-crimes. I am 22 and from Florida. I..." he made a slightly confused face because he wasn't sure what else to say, then he simply shrugged and closed his mouth.