Rikuya had a very simple immediate future ahead of him. He'd get a map of the perimeter for this particular Dungeon Break, scout and secure it, and have a relatively easy time doing so now that the boss had already been taken care of. Makima was already working on the potential issue of any wandering civilians, so he had no need to deal with them either. All he had to do now was... apparently pass the phone along to Ai and go about his business. "Hai hai. I'll report directly to the association when I'm done here. Ja," he said, taking a moment to view the map sent to Ai's phone while holding it in reaching distance of the girl herself. "Shido-san would like to speak with you," he said to the blonde.

Ren gently refused the offer of snacks, not wanting to impose on some random girl he didn't even know the name of. Afterwards though, she offered to help with the cooking if he found himself in need. That was something he wouldn't really turn down. The man he called 'Boss' had only just started teaching him the ways of Leblanc's curry, so his attempts were absolutely in need of refinement. "I might not be able to say no to that. Arigatou gozaimasu," he said. The girl then introduced herself, clearly intending to go for that shower afterwards. Ren didn't realize his name had yet to be shared; it was a very strange meeting after all. "Amamiya Ren... desu," he greeted, the slightest incline of his head as 'Misaki' entered that narrow corridor behind the kitchen. He hovered around the entrance to ensure she could safely make her way toward the shower. That all seemed fine, but... he didn't walk very far away after she made it there. Soon enough, he'd be leaning around the corner and looking down the corridor. Indeed, Amamiya Ren had no problem being a peeping tom.

All the while, another of the high-ranking Gates currently in the prefecture was being finished. Completely disregarding the combat Hunters dealing with the boss, there was a man just over 30 with short, light brown hair featuring gray tips. His gear was simple padding, seeming more suited to carrying lighter equipment on his person than actually defending against the dangers of a Dungeon. At the moment, the man was slipping a hand into his breast pocket to retrieve and equip a thin pair of glasses ─ which he'd don to inspect some mysterious array carvings on metal tablets within the cave-like dimension. "This is what I was talking about. Of all the dungeon types, I've only ever seen things like these in dungeons that contain Ghost-type magic beasts. It's almost like these creatures should belong to their own societies in a way. Some of these symbols look like they should form a language, meaning... this could be anything as simple as a recipe, or anything as complex as a magical or scientific formula."