Abel rang the bell three times, then gave up and took a seat with a book to wait. He looks up at the rather impressive view of the shirtless fighter in his low-slung pants and shuts his book, getting up at his own pace and bringing his bag inside.

He looks around at the luxury, then back at his fighter, who is physically impressive but otherwise unexceptional, as far as Abel can tell, and his bored look certainly was't winning Abel's heart. Was this really the best of the fighters?