Jim quirks his lips in the faintest beginnings of a smile when Isidor acknowledges him but there's no real reason to be smiling much these days so that's as far as it goes. Isidor has needed a lot of things ever since last year and this time it's not a friend she's needed. It's experience. The experience of Tarsus IV and everything Jim's committed himself to do to survive. Every time they re-evaluated the rations he was there to suggest alternate food sources. Work-arounds and non toxic fillers they could use to help stave off the hunger even if it lacked nutrients.

It's worked until now.

They're down to their last dregs now. This expedition is their last hope. Captain Kirk nods as he's laying out his notes and maps.

"I can give a brief recap of my scouts' reports. Fuck knows I've given it enough times to you, to Blaze, to everyone else who's shown up. I've got folks organizing packs and getting what gear and supplies we've got left allocated. Blaze and I can lead the expedition. Let her focus on the combat when it happens and I'll worry about getting to the supplies and out."