[ It's definitely stress. They're all exhausted in so many ways, and they can't exactly fault her for being snippy at a time like this. At least she's talking. They're barely doing better.

Each item is jotted down in their journal. They'll copy it onto something more visible, later, if they can find a whiteboard- but having a list is better then nothing at all. ]

That's... that's good. At least we won't have to worry about anyone getting an infection from something. [ It's strange to have to worry about that again, but no following that train of thought. Not yet. ] It might be worth moving some of that to somewhere more accessable, but... we can deal with that later, I suppose.

[ And again. They sigh, snap the book shut, massage the bridge of their nose with one hand. ]

.... I know I asked this earlier, but... [ But they're worried, and they run in endless circles when they don't have enough of a distraction. ] ... Are you okay? How are you holding up?

[ Y'know, after that whole ass nightmare earlier. ]