Chase was already nodding as he ducked his head to focus on the phone again, typing out an eager response to Kiley. His leg began to bounce, which quickly graduated to a round of antsy pacing as his brain and fingers tried to coordinate enough to remember what words were.
Oliver had been staring at the phone after he'd hung it up, but he caught Tobias calling up to him, shaking him out of thoughtful haze as he moved back torwards the door to look over the edge. "There's some supplies. I'll be comin' down with a load. Shouldn't be much longer. You guys good?"