"At least that contest is harmless. Not sayin' it isn't silly in the light of all else, but knowing the time might be helpful. And having people think of something besides the fact that they could vanish in the next minute will keep some of them from that killing each other thing." Sean shrugged. It wasn't interfering with what needed doing. He could care less if they had a literal dick measuring contest if it kept people from going mad, turning on each other or impeding what kept people safe.
"Okay, so you're vouching Res and her boyfriend have brains and the guts to use them. I haven't had the chance to make a judgment. I gotta admit my first impression with the gun thing was a pair of stupid kids looking to make themselves targets. But they have volunteered to keep the rest safe, so they seem to have the best interests of all in mind." Sean ran a hand through his hair. It was a long time nervous habit. "You think they're good enough to bring into this... all I can think of calling it is Command Team considering this is a siege. You think they got it, let's bring them in."
They needed people who could focus on a part of the job. Leto was medical. He hoped to have her come up with plans for all types of scenarios. Like how long they could survive on life boats if the ship went down. Speaking of, he had a job for someone involving that...
"I don't know how much of this is some sort of set up, or if we're looking at something beyond our understanding . I never even watched the fuckin' X-Files. And there is the reason we need Res, and anyone else who has an inkling of legend or lore on this shit. Might be mostly bullshit, but most stories have a grain of truth to them."