Payne scratched his chin, feeling the small amount of stubble that was forming. "Huh. Ah, nothing, I was just bor-" he began, slamming the door back into place, when a voice came over the PA system, telling everyone to report to the gym. The man shrugged, tearing the door down [i]again[/i] and glancing over at the smaller, pink-haired girl. 

"Heard that? Report to the gym. We'll probably be able to fight." His deep, disembodied voice gained a slight happy tone as he turned around and began to move towards the gym. After consuming a guard a few months back, he had the layout of the whole facility down pat.