Kim watched the man cover the dead body. She had seen death before, but peaceful death, death in your sleep. So while death was nothing new to her, she had never seen someone getting killed before. She didn't have much to live for though. With her family dead, and from the looks of it, this facility was dead, her mission here was over. She had known what the CDC was, and it's purpose. However, if that guy had tried to kill them, he was not part of the facility itself, and that must mean that the facility was lost. They had food here though, food and shelter. At least, shelter as long as the front doors did not open. But if this facility was sealed, how the heck did that guy get in here?

She was left with her own thoughts, no one talked to her. Alone with your own thoughts while your mind raced was a bad thing. It made her think too much, way too much. Her mind was racing with all the possibilities of what could had happened. Did the facility get overrun? Did someone break in and kill everyone? Did a guard run rouge and that's why they had not been tended to these last few days? She did not know, and she wanted answers. However; who knew? This Jon guy did not know after all, and he was in the CIA, but that does not matter much once you're locked up. 

"I am Kim Hansson, I am a designer of self-sustaining facilities and communities. My age is irrelevant..." she said quietly. "I was recruited, knowing full well what this was. Here for my managing skills, supply and demand and architectural knowledge." Kim shrugged. "I know how to organise and draw I guess."

She left her other questions dormant for now and looked around at the faces present. She had questions for them all, she wanted to know everything, the problem is when you want to know something so badly, and can't manage to ask it.