[Even though he already scanned the room, Connor does it again, being careful just in case he missed something, but there really is nothing there. There's an uncomfortable twist of anxiety in his chest, which he tries to ignore. Gene's seeing things and, judging from the stricken look on his face and the way he drags his hand down his face, they're not good.
There's nowhere they can go in this weather. The driving snow and the cold may not bother him but Gene wouldn't last long out in the middle of it, let alone the rest of the Barge denizens. There are no vehicles that anyone found, as far as he knows.
He examines the medic for a moment or two more before he speaks carefully, voice dropping, concern obvious in his tone.]
no subject
There's nowhere they can go in this weather. The driving snow and the cold may not bother him but Gene wouldn't last long out in the middle of it, let alone the rest of the Barge denizens. There are no vehicles that anyone found, as far as he knows.
He examines the medic for a moment or two more before he speaks carefully, voice dropping, concern obvious in his tone.]
What did you see, Gene?