Jonathan nervously rubs hand hand over his face and then through his unkempt hair. "Marcus. Lt. Rubin. Have you ever seen anything like this before? Dr. Hardiman suggested the parasite was introduced into her through human intervention. This place...looks like some sort of ritual chamber. This is way out of my league, gentlemen."
Jonathan peers up at the drain. If this room is beneath the pool and the parasites are hold up in some sort of reservoir between the two rooms...how can this drain in the ceiling be open without everything falling out. "Any of you officers have a flashlight? Mind shining it up that drain - or I will if you let me borrow it."
Jonathan shudders suddenly. "You know...I just had a really nasty thought. I was thinking there might be a reservoir between the pool and the drain above. What if, and this is unsubstantiated, what if the parasites are using the entire network of old plumbing in this building? Not just a single pool?" Jonathan looks around at the men in the room. "I would suggest we all watch where we step," Jonathan peers up, "and what we stand under."