[Firo didn't expect that the information unearthed would be anything but troubling--actually, part of him is surprised that the big engine of destruction was "just" plague, if indeed they're getting the whole, true story. He expected something crueler, more personal--and, ultimately, some kind of physical enemy to beware of.
Without any of that, he's more than a little disturbed and more than a little lost as to what to actually think about it. What's their next step? Try to work on a cure in case this thing somehow comes back? Focus on other stuff that's even more confusing?
Restless and irritated, he paces the library until he comes across a familiar face. Of course he'd be glad to see a friend no matter the circumstances, but he's especially glad when he sees Jing because he assumes that she's going to be better at making sense of this all than he is.
After the info dump
Without any of that, he's more than a little disturbed and more than a little lost as to what to actually think about it. What's their next step? Try to work on a cure in case this thing somehow comes back? Focus on other stuff that's even more confusing?
Restless and irritated, he paces the library until he comes across a familiar face. Of course he'd be glad to see a friend no matter the circumstances, but he's especially glad when he sees Jing because he assumes that she's going to be better at making sense of this all than he is.
He waves and, without any other preamble, asks:]
What do you make of that whole sickness thing?