Aaron smirks at Al's comment about Spike. "For all I know, this is devil rat." he says, holding up a skewer of spiced meat. He takes a bite and chews for a second, considering. "But it sure as hell isn't soy. Don't mind washing it down either." With that, Aaron grabbed two beers and popped the cap from one, not even swallowing his food before taking a few hard gulps.
Just as he finished his second beer, slumped against the wall and ready to fall asleep again, the messages came in. Aaron still had his 'link off, which he'd rather forgotten about by now, but Al was generous enough to inform everyone of the goings-on. Each second ticked by with a piece of gear being picked up or strapped back on: the helmet, the Taurus, the quiver, then the bow; Aaron moved quickly to get the family up and help them check their tasers and ensure they understand their operation. A few lustful glances are passed towards what food remains, and his eyes still feel heavy with sleep, but the adrenaline makes time slow down and loosens the fatigued muscles. "Stay behind me at all times. Everyone grab the person in front of you; Doc, keep your hand on my armor. I don't know how this magic stuff works, but I don't want anyone disappearing without our notice. And if Al blows the floor, we move for the hole. I'll go down first to make sure it's safe and to catch you."