"Hey thanks uuh...dude" Stefan muttered as the man in military garb walked away, wondering who he was and why he knew his name. He was pretty sure he'd seen the guy on the plane, he stood out like a sore thumb amidst the ragtag group, but he'd never talked to the guy, he hadn't seen him around when he'd introduced himself to Mary and Sam and the instructor had only read his name off a list without bothering to match names with faces. He didn't think another recruit would have access to some Puriel database or whatever and he doubted the guy was a full fledged member of the organization. How strange. He'd have to talk to someone about that later. For now, it was back to figuring out where he was supposed to go.

He had to admit the dude's instructions, which sounded like he was reading them off a brochure, were quite useful. He found his way up to the barracks in no time and, seeing no other canadian name of any sort, figured he was supposed to stay at the Quebec Barracks. It was definitely Quebec, then. It was an impressive facility, no doubt, but he preferred the lush natural landscape outside to the more organized military feel of the inside. Going through the retinal scan without a hitch, he decided to ignore the bedroom in favor of going straight for the fridge and sifting through its contents. Milk, juice, water, eggs, assorted vegetables, it was definitely well stocked. Finally, he settled on some bread, ham and cheese. It was time to fix himself a sandwich.