Elizabeth gazed down at her laptop, frowning at what she had written.
They would accomplish whatever was necessary, though; that was what continued to amaze her about these people. Somehow in this meeting they would have to decide how to do a complete assessment of their losses, both of personnel and facilities, process the intelligence John was getting from their Wraith prisoners, sort out the state of the infirmary and the new medical personnel from Hoff, get an inventory of foodstuffs and figure out how to get more before they ran out, and begin the labor of effecting repairs on the city.
Just a handful of bullet points on her laptop screen, but what they all implied was a mountain of labor for an expedition stretched far too thinly.
The sound of footsteps approaching the conference room pulled her attention away from her computer, and she looked up to see who it was.