Doc caught the rustle and swish of Sean edging around the group and keeping himself low but kept his brother's whereabouts to himself. He was much more concerned with Leela's team layout. He'd have to inquire about the nature of her apparent vision later - stuff like that was kind of fascinating to him - but for the moment there didn't seem to be any reason not to trust her instincts on the situation.

Even with her team 'restrictions' in place slotting people into the teams and making up a solid roster for each group shouldn't present any particular problems. He really didn't like the stress Leela put on the NEED for a medic in every group though. Common sense was common sense but 'it's for sure' usually meant 'you're going to have to put stitches in someone'.

"Sounds like a party, but with injuries." He sighed, and began double-checking the roster of supplies Bones had handed him amid piling off the ship. Best to memorize where everything was in the kit so he could get to it blindfolded if he had to.