Heiji made a noise that sounded like a snort of laughter, but quickly stifled it. 'Kate'? Ouch, that had to be worse than Harley Hartwell by miles. But as amusing as the summary was, Heiji thought there was just a liiittle bit more to it than that.

"I dunno about secret-identities and orderin' people around," Heiji began, closing his book and paying more attention to the man who had just sat down next to him. If Homura was going to be... Homura, then Heiji had to fill the role of the helpful and friendly Osakan. Piece of cake~ "Mos' people do okay hangin' around with other people, but I think joinin' up with a group gets things done faster. Not t'mention more information is gathered and shared faster. I think you'll be in charge of savin' yer own ass--just my observation," he finished with a grin.

"'N my nurse calls me Harley Hartwell, if it's any consolation," Heiji said, making an expression that denoted even saying the name caused him physical pain.