Nathan shrugged. "Its all on your card. Your dorm number I mean." Nathan stretched and looked over. "You won't see me in class very often. I purposely try to give Angel a reason to come after me. I'll be obliterated sooner or later so I might as well try and kill Angel until that time comes. As for the three of you, I suggest that you all go toward classes now. I'll be in here getting weapons ready for all of you to use." He turned around in his chair and pulled out a cell phone and began to text his contacts that created his weapons for him through synthesizing the earth into weapons in deep factories far below the ground where Angel does not know of.