Chrys scowls and looks over, most of the noise buffered by the water he's in. "You know... You could have just yelled..." He shifts out of the water, grabbing his towel from the duffel and quickly drying off. "I'll meet you guys in the hangar." Chrys shifts himself and the duffel to the locker rooms in ths hangar and changes into his gear, a black shirt, a custom made black demin and carbon steel jeans, a ballistic resistant jacket with a white skull motif on the back amd grabs his bow and quiver, checking that he has his arrows he puts it on his back. He grabs his knives and puts them on his belt. He checks himself before pulling on his mask, another skull motif and heading out to the hangar, shifting there with a single step.