For a night-- oh, right, his intake form mentioned it. So, he didn't work at the CDC in any capacity, it likely just seemed like a safe bet for shelter for a bit. But like everywhere else, it hadn't taken long for the CDC to fall. Secure buildings had never been built with zombies in mind.
"Neither, we do it by saliva samples," Reid says cheerfully, patting at his pockets until he finds the sample tubes he'd brought along, one of which he offers to Daryl. It's inelegant, but hey, it works.
He doesn't elaborate on Daryl's amused little note at his hobby, because it would inevitably involve why he's been studying genetic disorders for a long time, and that's not something he's very open about. He'd be more than happy to ramble on about the particularly interesting points of said hobby, but right now, he has something more important to get to.
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" It's said accompanied with a bitten lip, somewhere between awkward and nervous and a profiler's familiarity with asking personal questions. "Your admission interview was a little bare, and I don't need the full details of your entire history, but-- well, in the spirit of honesty, I've been sent to determine if you or any of your group is a danger to the Forty-Eight." He grimaces. "Sorry."
It feels rude. It probably is rude, though Reid's never been the best judge of social mores. But they've got a jumpy, paranoid population who's gone a little soft due to being safer than most, and the last thing any of them want is to let in someone who might be dangerous. From the inside, it'd be all too easy to compromise the security of the Forty-Eight.
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"Neither, we do it by saliva samples," Reid says cheerfully, patting at his pockets until he finds the sample tubes he'd brought along, one of which he offers to Daryl. It's inelegant, but hey, it works.
He doesn't elaborate on Daryl's amused little note at his hobby, because it would inevitably involve why he's been studying genetic disorders for a long time, and that's not something he's very open about. He'd be more than happy to ramble on about the particularly interesting points of said hobby, but right now, he has something more important to get to.
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" It's said accompanied with a bitten lip, somewhere between awkward and nervous and a profiler's familiarity with asking personal questions. "Your admission interview was a little bare, and I don't need the full details of your entire history, but-- well, in the spirit of honesty, I've been sent to determine if you or any of your group is a danger to the Forty-Eight." He grimaces. "Sorry."
It feels rude. It probably is rude, though Reid's never been the best judge of social mores. But they've got a jumpy, paranoid population who's gone a little soft due to being safer than most, and the last thing any of them want is to let in someone who might be dangerous. From the inside, it'd be all too easy to compromise the security of the Forty-Eight.