"So our captors intend to keep us busy. Stop efforts to seek out answers or a way out." He wasn't offering anything new, merely piecing together Jon's words and implications. He finished changing into dry clothing, shoving the cold, wet fabric back into his pack. When he was done he sat on the floor and rested his arms on his knees, breathing slow and even in his attempts to warm his lungs back up. It's a jump to assume earthquakes were not natural, but he was running on assumptions and paranoia, assuming weapons or controlled planetary strikes were the cause.

"Have they done anything to prevent arming? Building up defensive structures?" He was tired, cold and confused, but focusing his mind on what was around them was better than letting it drift to the confusion of the missing pieces of his past.