Before long, the sandwich and drink that sat before Ayl were finished, and he spent the rest of his time lounging around and idly chatting with a few of the others in the hideout. His eye would always turn to the door when it opened, in the possible event that Atma showed up. A few people came and went with no sign of him, but after a good half an hour of waiting, he finally made his appearance.<br/><br/>Ayl pushed away from his table and sat up, letting the chairs front legs fall to the ground again before pushing it back into place. He stepped over to Atma's table, an eyebrow raising at the words he called out.<br/>"Nice food choice.<span style="font-style: italic">Very</span>post-apocalyptic," he joked, crossing his arms and looking at him. "Message for you, tie-dye guy. Sam needs your help. She's in the outskirts south of the hideout; don't keep her waiting." Now that the message was finally delivered, Ayl turned his attention to the rest of the room. They had rested long enough.<br/><br/>"Alright rookies, everybody above ground. Time to get back to work," he half-shouted, loud enough for everybody in the room to overhear. "You have 5 minutes to get your meals finished and asses outside, capiche?" With that he turned on his heel and stepped to the door, pushing it open with perhaps more force than was necessary and walking upstairs. The vast majority of Hunters followed him almost immediately, having already finished their meals. All in all, there was probably a group of 25, give or take, with a few stragglers following them up after a minute or two.