"Underground, partly. It seemed like some kind of shelter," Hime described, recalling the wet smell of earth among the musty other scents, none of them particularly pleasant. "He said it was in the mountains to the east, hard to access on foot from the institute. Apparently it was where Jack used to broadcast from."

Meaning he had access to many of the resources the original man on the radio had. What that meant though, Hime would have to see, having not gotten more than vague descriptions of the predecessor's work - though his help in directing their travels afterward was an encouraging sample.

"As for what he wanted... I think he just wanted to get in contact with the patients, likely to help spread the word that we should keep our radios handy at night again, since it seems the general population had lately lost faith in the devices." She'd have to leave a notice on the bulletin if Depth Charge hadn't already, or perhaps any other visitors Marc had entertained last night. "And probably to gain our trust, something not easily gotten."

And something he'd still not gotten, at least not entirely, not from Hime. It would take more than just a helpful push to the gardening shed to get anything resembling that, but she wasn't about to disregard what he said out of hand.