[Ah, here they are, the suits. They're exactly what Mondo was expecting - stiff and formal, dead-set on following protocols and handing over what information they must before getting the hell out. Good, at least they don't overstay their welcome. Mondo keeps his mouth shut and does his best not to look annoyed, and once they're gone he breathes a sigh of relief.]

Thank fuckin' god, I was worried they'd want to hover while we were making our preparations. But yeah, c'mon, let's see what we can make. While we're there, we probably want to snag whatever snacks we can so we've got something to eat during the day.

[Having access to the kitchen only at night is going to be a pain otherwise... Anyway, let's go!!]