Felice followed the guards to the dining hall, still half-considering his options for a leader as well as half-thinking about his last assignment. Had he done well enough? This wasn't as straight forward as the rest, but had he made the right decision in how to handle it? He could only hope so. Since there was nothing else to do about it at the moment, he turned his attention back to the other issues at hand, the current one being lunch. 

As soon as he arrived at the cafeteria, he got his food and sat down at a table near the center of the room again. There was plenty to see from here, and he felt less cornered with the space around him. The boy started eating quietly, keeping an eye out for any further activity in the room.