Callie nods in agreement at Ishaq’s words, a minor smile crossing her face at the first and a firm, solemn expression appearing at the last ones.  Following on, she looks to the officer.  “If you have the minehunting drones fan out in front of the ship, Ma’am, I’ll report to the Operations Room after this meeting and clear them as we find them.”  She grins at the other two.  “Don’t worry; somehow, I think I’ll be in position before the landing.”