[Cam doesn't bother to turn on the lights before he goes to sit down. He pulls his bandanna from his head, scratching a hand through his hair,]

Clair's fine. Wasn't in the group I found, but she's alright. So's most everyone else.

[Most is an unfortunate key word. Between everyone living with Sandra, five hours was enough time to pick up on the non-specifics.]

Pricks were keeping a bunch of them brainwashed and locked up in the Sanctuary.