Jack took Matt's hand in a firm handshake - something he excelled at due to his now useless profession - as he listened to the soldier's instructions. Looking over, he saw Claire tentatively put away her gun, a good sign. Then, Matt introduced the others in the group, and Jack felt an incredible feeling of déjà vu. Momentarily unable to place it, he suddenly recalled a passage from the only piece of literature he possessed. 

[i]We made it back from the supply run alive. Rusty, Izzy, myself and Olive - turns out the kid can hold her own out there, perhaps better than some of the adults - found a reasonable supply, as well as seven survivors. Four were holed up inside of a gas station, within the city. Two men, both tall, I've forgotten their names quite honestly, but I'll make it a point to re-introduce myself tomorrow morning. In addition, there were two others - a guy and girl in their twenties or so. The boy was a hot-head, nearly started a gunfight, though.. I suppose we weren't all that friendly initially, either. Finally we got him to put down the gun; he introduced himself as Travis. He was traveling with a girl, she's mute, and appears not nearly as apt to jump to a fight as Travis. He called her Shan. All four of them came back with us.. [/i]

His surprise was visible on his face following Matt's introduction. In fact.. That group - Desmond's - they had a fellow named Matt. Matt Shelton - a soldier. Was it possible that..? [i]No[/i], he put his curious mind to rest. He had seen Shan speak, just a minute or two ago. And Travis didn't seem all that hot-blooded. Besides, they were miles and miles away from where he had found Desmond's body. It was more than likely a coincidence, and there were better things to do - like finding Chris. 
"Claire and I can take the truck along the road. We can use my cabin as a rally point after we secure the supplies - it was the welcome center, you probably saw it from the entrance if you came that way," he added.