[ The gesture surprises Cisco; he doesn't say anything, but glances down quickly, figuring that Beverly must need something or be trying to signal him, or something. But no - it's just a small, direct offer of reassurance. He hadn't even been conscious of how clearly his hands were giving away his anxiety. He smiles faintly at Beverly, and draws in a long breath, willing himself to chill out. It'll probably be much less creepy in there, with more people, and this time he knows what he's getting into. ]

Should be. I think it was just a warehouse, that they converted during the plague 'cause they ran out of room at the hospital or whatever. The building doesn't look like it was designed for it, you know? It's just sort of one massive room that had to house the overflow.

[ He's choosing his words carefully, wanting to get across as much information as he can without necessarily admitting to the fact that he had gotten a lot of that information from a vision, rather than from just looking at the empty room. ]

Did you ever deal with stuff like that, in Starfleet? Epidemics or whatever?