While Jim gets changed, Isidor stands with her arms folded, her back to the window. She doesn't notice her foot start to tap impatiently, but it immediately stops when the captain reappears. Unraveling her arms, she looks around. Moving all of this manually? Why would either of them do that?

Instead she readies herself and raises her hands. "It's quicker if I do it. Clear the way and tell me where to put them."