Jay moves to swipe at his eyes, but he catches himself. He's wearing gloves for a reason.

"Trust me, I want to." For all Jay's sketchiness, he does genuinely want the truth out there, even if that means he won't be the one to break the story. He just got here, though, and all he's got are a name, a five-minute brief on what's happened so far, and an empty hallway. "I just...I need to look around some more."

He's used to it by now, scrounging for whatever scraps of evidence are left by the time he gets there, but he still hates it.

"The best Tim was able to give me was where the needles fell and one of the names in quarantine." He looks back down at his phone, flicking through a few screens before pulling up a page of notes. "Sans T. Bones. Sounds fake, but it's in the public records at least."