Okita listened carefully to the description of the creature that attacked Heiji and the results of the fight. A child in a mask that could crush ribs and heal injuries at the same time? Just what sort of madness was that? Picking up his tea, the swordsman sat back from the table and sipped it quietly.

He glanced over and checked Guy, glad to see the man wasn't hurt. He was walking under his own power, unlike Heiji, and didn't seem to have any visible injuries - no bandages hidden beneath clothing like Okita. It was a good thing that someone at least had escaped the night unscathed.

"You needn't use that name around him, Heiji-kun. He knows my real name," he interjected, picking up an apple slice to munch on. While it was nice hearing his old name bandied about, he didn't want Guy getting the wrong idea. He didn't lie to his roommate, he just had to be careful in public and Heiji was kind enough to lend his assistance on that matter.