With that all cleared up, Roy moved out of his room and closed the door behind him quietly. There hadn't been any real reason to leave out what they were doing on the bulletin board other than his regular amount of paranoia. It was better if the rest of the institute didn't know exactly what he was doing come nightshift.

This was the second time in a night he hadn't had to make a weapon, and the fact that he wasn't standing at a slouch or leaning against a wall made him feel more like his old self.

"We're heading upstairs. I managed to check a few more of the doors last night," he started, jostling the keys in his pocket by way of explanation, "but there's still the farther end of the floor to check."

He shrugged at his two companions. "It's not very exciting, but it needs to be done." Hopefully they wouldn't mind.