"Not it," Felix muttered groggily, already sounding as if he were running on fumes as he nursing what he could of the coffee he'd managed to make by boiling water in the pan a few minutes earlier. He sat by the entrance with his packed bag already propped up beside him as his eyes followed the movements of the others getting ready. "I don't mind pack-muling more shit back so whoever goes doesn't have to lug it all across the map." That was about as decent of a compromise as anyone was going to get. At that point he didn't care if he was going to lose the "team player" points he'd accrued the night before, he felt like shit, as if the tiny bit of piss-poor sleep he'd gotten hadn't done anything to alleviate his hangover. "Super fucking nice of them not to toss us back into our beds like they usually do."