[b]Tristan Locastro[/b]

Tristan had been listening, rather than talking, while the rest discussed what their next step should be. To establish a chain of command, or to secure the facility? [i]This man at the head of the table, he'd clearly like to be in charge,[/i] he thought. [i]But that is unacceptable. No one person should have more power than anyone else, but not everyone can be trusted with power, either.[/i] Alas, he decided, security is more important at this stage.

Leaning back in his chair, Tristan pulled out a pen and began to slowly, subconsciously click it. "Establishing a government, a set of laws? Yeah, that's important. But that will not happen immediately – no, I can assure you that will be a long, possibly heated debate. And if, during that time, a horde of dead swarmed the room? Where would we be then?" Tristan looked everyone in the eye, in turn. "Feel free to disagree with me, but I think we can trust each other enough to not do anything rash. We can, and should, make sure that this place is secure, perhaps gather what supplies we can find, without causing trouble. Unless," he paused for emphasis, "any of you disagree and think we will become a pack of rabid [i]dogs[/i] the moment we step out of this room?"

Tristan twirled his pen in his fingers, lazily. [i]This place really needs power,[/i] he inwardly moaned. [i]If I could just plug my laptop in... oh, the things I could do...[/i]