They're in public. Very public. Barking orders loud enough for the whole team to hear, they established early on, would not be a good idea.

Buffy nods to Kennedy, who turns and mutters to the two Slayers behind her. The three of them split off and start drifting through the scattered group, gathering them into a few tighter clumps.

Only a werewolf's hearing would be able to pick out Kennedy's voice on the far side of the group, murmuring "We're good to move out, Sarge."