Scott twisted in his seat to listen to Jamie, and gestured at her in agreement and nodded. 
"Can't say I agree with ya more; we got caught with our pants down, and seems like we lost 'em since and are all running around in our underpants". He folded his hands behind his hand and leant back in his chair, letting out a long exhale, nodding in agreement with Jamies' words and looking up at the ceiling. 
"Ugh, Robins turned out to be a spy, Carter's MIA. Jackson's at least alive, and there's us two. If the Vlakhians sent a damn biplane to attack us right now it'd stand a chance of getting through." He tilted back forward, lacing his fingers together and laying them on the desk and giving a thoughtful, if tired look toward the older man at the head of the room. "Is there anything we can do to help find Felix? Help with the search, or anything else we can do to help anything else? I mean, we're gonna need crew rest soon anyway if we're supposed to stand alert, but still; I hate the idea of doing nothing. Especially when it's only the two of us!"