"Damn!" Omar growls as he loses sight of the antro cat. Annoyed at not getting to meet the first person here he'd wanted to meet, he starts shambling back towards the lobby, grumbling something about needing more alcohol.<br/>Upon reaching the lobby, Omar sees a small group around the elevator. Seeing Kall among the group of four, he begins to feel bad for snapping at him earlier.<br/>"Shouldn't of snapped at him before," Omar thinks, keeping his distance, "Maybe he deserves a second chance. After all, it wasn't his fault." With his mind made up that he'll at the very least apologize, he makes his way across the lobby to where the four are waiting.<br/>"got room for one more?" Omar asks when he reaches a comfortable talking distance of about twenty feet; his mind screaming at such a awkward opening line...