Josephine nodded in understanding as Lucas explained exactly what was going to be happening -- she was by no means slow or stupid, she just got... stuck in her own head, sometimes. "Well, then, looks like we'll be getting some action." She grinned, pushing herself up from the table as Lucas did and slowly trailed him to the box of MREs and the dossier on Marcus Shepard. Her hands were raised over her head, cradling the back of it as she walked, looking rather leisurely for the urgency that the masked man had indicated. Her nose crinkled as she peered into the box, eyebrow raising. She'd seen dried food before, sure, but military rations were a different story. Jo clicked her tongue dryly as she picked up one from the box and inspected it, even sniffed it -- though the packaging really prevented her from actually getting a decent handle on the things inside. Finally shrugging, she picked up two more and stuffed them under her arm before retrieving a folder and opening it. 'Marcus Shepard, hmm?... Not bad.' Her grin spread wider as she slowly edged towards the main door. Ten minutes was such a long time to wait.
Elena watched as Will motioned to stand and then returned to his original position, visibly tensed and eyes trailing his friend as she disappeared into the elevator. When Will posed his question, Elena shrugged. "I can't tell you for certain, but I can tell you that she probably isn't in any danger. It would seem ridiculous to hire someone and not use them. Perhaps she has skills more valuable at her disposal than running into a camp full of raiders." Elena sniffled, head tilting to the side. "Only ever one thing that people seem to be interested in when it comes to a camp full of raiders." She shrugged and pushed herself onto her feet, smiling at Will. "Come on, then, Will -- let's find out who this Marcus Shepard is." She dodged her way to the table, ensuring that she didn't bump anyone and retrieved her rations, piling them away in her satchel immediately, before pulling Will's out as well and holding them until he made his way to the table. A folder was propped open in one of her hands, eyes drifting over the words on the page, storing each detail for future use. When Will would approach, she would extend a folder to him as well while explaining that she had grabbed his rations for him, indicating those tucked between her arm and the front of her body. As soon as he would accept the folder, she would extend the rations to him as well, breaking from her reading to offer him a smile.