Elias grinned when they arrived at the bunker, hopping inside quickly and glad to be out of the awful smelling and rather dark sewers. He was surprised they hadn't been attacked, half-expecting some horrible sewer-dwelling monstrosity from some bad horror film to jump out at them. It hardly seemed impossible, given some of the monsters he'd seen the Maneaters field. "Nice place," he commented, then noticed the cots. "Er, mostly..."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"Of course not," Raul replied with a nervous little grin. "I made sure not to be followed. Not particularly good for your health and all that." He glanced down the stairs and then rose out of his cautious crouch, moving up the stairs slowly. "Still, it'd probably be better to talk upstairs," he added, slinging his shotgun over his shoulder. "Just in case anyone decides to look in."