Corwin felt a strange feeling creep up his body as he walked down the long corridor. Luckily, they had all agreed to set up right at the medical wing, or else it would've been a pain to walk back and forth through the entire facility. Taking quick rifts from section to section was his personal preferred method, but they were known to disrupt some of the magical equipment used around. That never stopped him, nor did the constant marks and scoldings from his superiors, even with his explanation of choosing "rather safe places to open rifts."
Though despite repeatedly breaking such a rule, Corwin chose to spell away his tendencies after hearing news of particularly failed "Purge" operations. The amount of injured that come around those days was something he'd rather not think about. Interfering with their recovery because of pure laziness was a much worse feeling to Corwin than the long treks just to get from one place to another in the facility.

The man shook his head roughly, trying to rid the chilling feeling, causing some of his blonde hair to fall loose from his hat. Sighing, he pulled of the beanie and began fixing the hair when he spotted a certain shirtless man stumble out of his room at the end of the white hallway.

Smiling, he muttered to himself, "Looks like he's up... just in time too." 

Immediately the man sped up the casual walk into a short jog, "Hey, did you have enough sleep?" he called out, waving his hand overhead, "We're about to head out soon!"