[As much as he'd like to smoke while he rattles this off, it'll just make him more sick, so he buries his head back into his hands with his elbows on his knees and speaks up only enough to ensure that Nathan can hear. Not that there are a lot of people in the 002 section of lockers left - and any of those he'd be willing to tell.

Deep breath, and it tumbles out all in clipped, precise tones:]

Think it was from before - on the ship. Two military guys were in one of the halls, guardin' a room. Cold as shit, dark. Bunch of screams comin' from it. Mechanical sounds- [he vaguely waves a hand] - whatever. They were talkin' about how they weren't supposed to talk about it - [an ill-humored huff] - neither of 'em wanted to be there. Didn't like what was going on. Sounded like they were forced into it. Government shit, maybe.