"And why do I need to do that?" Devon asked, even as he kicked open the bathroom's door and began to head down the hall-way. He could hear the growls from different rooms, although most didn't bother him; you didn't really notice a young man in a zipped up black hoodie, jeans, boots, and dark baseball cap, with the hood up...he sorta just blended in until you really saw him, and then you got scared. Yeah. Regardless, Devon headed towards the first-class cabins, the walkie-talkie hooked to his belt.