Kall overhears Omar, giving him a little pat on the back, "C'mon, it's not that bad, is it? We were hand selected for this, right? That has to say something about how important it is." He checked his back, yep, his trusty rifle still there, the one he lovingly calls 'Princess'. He wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">fully</span>sure what was going on, someone may of told him at one point, but at the moment he couldn't remember all of it. He waited, and when that old white tiger came he stood in awe. There was a guy who looked like he'd seen it all, like he'd really been there and back, he wondered if there was going to be any way to get tips from that guy. He followed with group, silently, thinking he was ready for whatever was ahead.