About half an hour after the supply crew trekked down the stairs, Masozi comes back up, on his own, and marches into the cafeteria. Stops, scans - notices another of those dumb mals that disguise themselves as bits of garbage, this one is pretending to be a granola bar wrapper but the faint iridescent slick on the foil gives it away. 

He glares at it, decides not to waste any more mana, and just points it out in clipped tones to the nearest group of kids before marching back over to the blueprints and staring at them in silence.