Catching movement out of the corner of my eye, I glanced up. Someone was crawling around in the rafters and scampering out the window.

[i]What in the world is he...?[/i] I ignored it, but I stayed mindful. The last thing we needed was someone in the rafters taking shots at the people below. It was during that time that someone stepped up on a table, banging a stick to be heard and calling me Brown Beard, which made me smile. It made me feel like a pirate or something. It sounded like there were other people in favor of forming a plan, too. The first few weeks or months would probably be spent scavenging food and materials while planting crops and getting a more sustainable operation established. We likely wouldn't be wasting too much time planning, either. The longer we planned, the less we'd actually get done and the hungrier we'd become, making our situation much more desperate. And if there was one thing we didn't need, it was high tensions and empty stomachs.

I suddenly also became very aware that I had potentially hijacked the meeting, probably making myself sound like some sort of outspoken trouble maker, but I mentally shook the thought out of my head. I was only saying what needed to be said, it wasn't like I was calling anyone's leadership into question. Plus Walking Stick sounded like they agreed with me, somewhat.
That was when some British kid voiced their agreement, apparently a 16-year old. I nodded to the guy on the table and the other kid and pushed the paranoia out of my head. After all, if I didn't bring it up, who would? It did us no good to sit on my hands and stay silent, otherwise when trouble hit I'd be to blame for not saying something sooner.