Stretching against the wall, the man in the green jacket closes his eyes and grins mirthfully as Athena leaves. With a quiet chuckle he stands, a silent joke in his mind and his rapier in hand, rolling his shoulders before he sheaths it in his belt. "Rather morbid, ind'nt that Xander? We all know what we're getting in to, no need to riddle Death about it." He raises an eyebrow for the briefest moment with a smirk before walking over to the boxes, collecting one, and grabbing a PDA. Pocketing the PDA, he kneels and pulls a couple straps out of his backpack and ties the crate to the outside of it, then hoists it over his shoulders, slipping his arms through.
He turns to face the others. "I'm Aomerj, by the way. While you all grumble about dying and such, I'll just focus on winnin'."
Ending that note with a sly smirk, he heads for the wall by the door - a fair ways from it, nonetheless - and leans sideways on it. "I'd take up your offer, Father, were it not for th'fact that you'd might try knifing me later while mentioning my "sins." What a cruel irony that'd be, hm?" He smirks wider and chuckles softly to himself.