Malcolm is slightly overcaffeinated. In a choice between showing up for something as important like this looking like he had no sleep or looking alert, he chose alert. Alert is always the better option when doing...anything, really. He's sure there's a bit of a crowd, unless Archer ordered required personnel only.

The last time he had truly suited up was the last time he'd stepped into a simulation, so it's both familiar and nervewracking. Remember to breathe, don't chase the rabbit, he's never been able to drift with anyone before, so he can only keep all the training and advice in mind without any practical experience.

"Ready?" Malcolm tries to look at ease when he follows in York's footsteps. Offers a hand to grip. "We might very well get to go monster hunting together someday when this is over."