The loud clanging of The Typhoon's bell was annoying enough when it was the middle of the day, but it was even worse when it was only the break of dawn. Michael let out a groan upon hearing it, slipping from his bed and shaking out his dark pelt. He could hear Trevor grumbling and growling behind him, but the dealer ignored him, knowing that it was his job to welcome in new people to the group. Unfortunately, it seemed as though the bobcat probably could've just stayed in bed if he wanted to. Because, as he grew close to where the bell laid at the end of the train tracks, he found no signs of any new joiners, or allied visitors. Instead, there was nothing but an empty satchel, and a note. Immediately, the thief let out a low hiss, aggravated that he had pulled himself from bed just for this. However, he still leaned forward, reading the note over carefully. Needless to say, the contents of it didn't exactly make him feel any more enthused about the morning.

Still, it would've been unfair of him to take the decision away from Xhocoatl – once the other was healed up, of course – so he picked both the satchel and note up carefully. Turning, Michael made his way towards the temple, having last seen the snake hybrid there, getting his injuries treated. Once he was close, the fugitive placed both the bag and note down, taking in a deep breath before he called out, "Xhocoatl! Got a note here with your name on it! Doesn't exactly seem like a good idea to me, but I suppose it's up to you..." Why would someone just go and walk directly into the territory of those that had just assisted in attacking them? Especially if Xho went alone. Michael could only hope that the other would see what a horrible idea that was.