Kamala nudges her head against the cat affectionately before leaving it to paw at her hair between attempts at sleeping. She scans the notebook handed to her as she listens. In a lot of ways Bruce is preaching to the choir here. The two of them know how to survive in situations where they really had no business making it to see the next day. It is still good to hear all the same. Kamala finds herself paying more attention to him than what she should be reading. There will be time for that later. They have electricity now. She rather listen to what Bruce and Frank have to say which involves her nodding a lot.

"Yeah, Frank notices everything so it shouldn't be too hard to know the final count when it starts to get super cold and snowy." She points out frankly. There's no point in pretending they can't rely on his hypervigilance for that much. The man is nothing if not consistent in her book. "I can always text a psa or something because you're right, Dr. Banner." She toys with her front bangs which are pretty much grown out at this point. One problem at a time. "As we are now? Someone would definitely die... or get really dramatically rescued." She glances at Frank because again she's not even going to pretend he's not prepared for that possibility. He's like hobo Batman. He can also can't have saving everyone be totally on him as she pointed out before.

Kamala leans forward to take a giant sip of her coffee to get her brain going. "I guess the big thing is looping everyone else in. I know we come and go randomly, but we should really start seeing who wants to do what during crunch time." She glances down at the notebook thoughtfully. "We should probably write down all our resources too come to think of it. I mean I know there must be a list somewhere of how much garlic we have, but we should probably have more than one of those."