Heiji entered the bathroom, casting a cursory glance around it. He was about to correct Shinichi on all of the counts presented (for one, Meitantei-sama was just pushing it...), but the guy seemed a little disturbed by what he saw. Heiji had been in here before, by himself to boot, so he was used to what was before them.

He rested a hand on Shinichi's shoulder, knowing full well that this was not the time to continue joking around. His team was nervous, and for a good reason. He had to get serious now.

"Some superior knowledge, huh?" Heiji said, briefly patting Shinichi on the shoulder before taking a position in front of the other three.

"All right, here's th'deal. We're gettin' metal for weapons. As you can see," Heiji walked over to one of the sinks and gave the pipe a good kick. It gave a little and leaked some dark water onto the floor. "Th'pipes aren' exactly up t'sanitary standards anymore. So, le's get t'work on these. Take any scrap you can pry off. I have--" He reached down into his pocket and produced a pair of pliers and two screwdrivers. "Some tools, but they migh' be a bit difficult 'n dangerous t'work with. Brute force may be th'best option. After we've gotten as much as we can, we're takin' it back t'your room, Kudou. It's the shortest distance from here, 'n I don' wan' us walkin' around more than we have to.

"After this," Heiji continued, shouldering his katana. "We head for the rec. shed and get you guys bats. And a soccer ball, Kudou," he gave him a wry smile. "That should do for a weapon in th'short run 'til the Weaver c'n get you guys some better weapons.

"If there aren' any questions, le's hop to it, yeah?"