Casey made coffee. Got plates and forks. Answered the door and brought the food over to the table. Anything he could do that wasn't just sitting around. He could have used the downtime to sit and goof off but the tension in the air drove him to just...do things.

As far as he could tell, he was the only one who could stand to be up and about and the only one who could keep the mood in the mood from getting unbearable.

"Grub's on!" He announced loudly for those who were sleeping, "How do you guys take your coffee?"