[ He has an edge here, years mired in forums packed with impassioned tales of cover-ups, forgeries, and hoaxes. Primarily fake of course, he's not that far gone, but answers supply themselves automatically all the same: a covert bioterrorist organization, legitimate but smaller scale cases that were similarly blocked off, illegitimate cases faked for some kind of political leverage, some unseen bioweapon-based cold war that somehow backfired on multiple countries at once, mistaken reporting spurred by mass panic, some impossibly cruel experiment with the media drip-fed fabrications... Ridiculous, but he could believe them as readily as he could the pair of them time traveling sixty years back.

But it sounds like she's seeing the sour reality of the thought more than the potential for hope, not that he blames her. So he keeps all of this to himself, offering a meek shrug as he chews through a cheekful of dry toast. ]

The world's fucked up. Seems like any time a big group has the power to make an important decision, they stop being people. But it's just theorizing, anyway. Not like I'd have a good picture of the puzzle anyway.

You'd need supplies if we got out, right?