Orcelito nods. "I'll see to that next." Logistics are a specialty of his, after all. He raises an eyebrow at Gil's display of magic (haven’t seen that sort before!) but refrains from asking. It would... probably take too long to explain.

He draws his amber slice out of his pack to alert the appropriate sources that, yes, they are leaving on a trip soon and they will need those provisions. After sending the message, he'll continue wondering around the ship to await both the supplies and the remainder of the team.