"Great!" Malcolm replied to Jared, who seemed just as keen. "Just, uhhh, let me know when you want to get started!" Malcolm said. With that, Jared and himself parted ways. Malcolm quickly realised he'd have to eat something, especially after his... [i]removal[/i] of what was left in his stomach anyway. Malcolm got to the elevator and made his way to the cafeteria. The food looked all right, not slop or anything but neither was it a kings feast. Oh well... Malcolm happily grabbed a bowlful of chilli and set his sights on a table. Then the word Ram hit his ears like a dump truck. He turned to whoever mentioned and swiftly made his way over. "Hi..." Malcolm said, greeting the two ([@Stairdweller]&[@Jabking]). "I overheard something about a Ram Aggressor? I'm Malcolm, the guy with the gloves. Were you two there as well?" He asked. Malcolm quickly gazed at the guy's notebook and peered over. "Cool." He mentioned, but as he leant over, a bit of chilli slipped out of his bowl, splattering the table. Some of the tomato juice went over the notebook page, nothing major but a real distraction on the page. This was not good... "Shit!" Malcolm exclaimed. "I'm so sorry man, I'll uhhh, get some tissue?" He asked apologetically.