Just as he had picked up his sandwich and delicious, though stale, piece of cake Ayl had decided that it would be a good idea to explain that Sam needed Atma for something. "Well. . . shit," was all the hungry man could say. He stuffed the food down in a mad dash and stopped only to savor what he could of the stale cake, eating slowly and chewing each bite as much as he could. He wiped his mouth and area up before leaving after a girl with a lot of food. Certainly it couldn't be all for her. The door was open and from the sounds of things the rookies had already started their training all over again. Making sure his weapons were all in order he took out his spear and flicked the switch to extend it to its full length. "My crew, practice with Ayl's group for a little bit. You'll need some combat training anyways. Remember to work with your partner as a team, it'll help keep you alive." After a moment's thought he decided to stay for a few minutes to watch his teams and to correct any blatant mistakes. Five more minutes of waiting wouldn't hurt Sam. She could handle herself.