The constant buzz of activity, of tasks that come in to be assigned and completed in preparation for an expedition of this size, have kept all of the leaders present at the moment busy. Ghost has a scan of the maps Jim's made to overlay the more official maps they've been using to coordinate expeditions and scouting routes up until now to zero in on the exact location of the site. Isidor and Jim have been organizing the volunteers, drafting up timelines, organizing equipment. It doesn't seem to stop.

Truthfully, Jim's already tired again. He'd been asleep before the summons started but already the buzzing is back in the back of his head. His hands haven't left the table he's leaning on. It's supporting him as much as his feet are right now. There's no time for a break though, for a meal. What little there is left to eat. The captain startles at Felix's approach, so focused is he on his own duties.

"As well as it can." With Felix Jim doesn't have to try to sound strong or in charge, but behind that facade is a man who's just barely staying upright for how exhausted and weak he is. "We've got a good number of volunteers. Figuring out crash course training and supply allocations now."