There had been little done at the meeting shift prior, but as far as establishing the order of things, Homura was satisfied. Even so far as an introduction went, he had put himself in a position of leadership over the leaders, and that was enough for then. He had a well-practiced sense of patience, after all, and it would certainly serve him well in this scenario. What hadn't been so pleasing was the lack of healers offered up; Homura still hadn't seen MOMO, and he was beginning to suspect the worst in her case.

Homura made his way into the Sun Room, putting those thoughts out of his mind after posting the History final call on the bulletin board. He now had a more immediate concern with this so-called Hijikata. Homura could only keep Okita and Ayumu at bay for a limited time, but he had firm suspicions that wouldn't take long to confirm. He was more worried about how they would react when the truth came out if he was right. Okita in particular had clung to his own Hijikata. How much less of a reaction would an alternate receive?

"Hello, Hattori." Leaning against the wall next to the bulletin, Homura closed his eyes, giving Heiji no more greeting than that as he favored his own thoughts. The demi-god couldn't say he wasn't more than a little curious about just what this man would be like. Part of it was simply his instinct as a war god; if this Hijikata had the same talent with a blade the previous one did, Homura wanted to make use of it. But an equal part was personal interest, a curiosity tainted by apprehension. It wasn't hard to place, considering that Homura was close to Okita. Still, he wouldn't let it hinder his goals; nothing would stop him from accomplishing what he wanted to in this prison.