Okita woke in a panic worse than anything he'd felt in a long time. It wasn't like him to lose his calm over something so simple as environmental changes, but last night? That had been nightmarish. Literally. Okita remembered another time when the fog was so thick he couldn't see in front of him, and he would never be able to forget the dreams that plagued him at all times. The blood that seeped in from all angles and soaked him through, tainting his skin, drowning him and smothering him with its smell.

Clutching his chest, he was sharply reminded that he was still in a great deal of pain and he winced when he realized he'd mistakenly used his right hand. His shoulder injury flared and his ribs protested, causing him to fall back against his bed. "...wonderful," he murmured to no one in particular.

"Yes, it is a wonderful day!" His nurse entered a moment later and Okita had to push aside his thoughts in exchange for putting on the happy mask the staff here reacted favorably to. He smiled at her and she smiled right back, handing him a set of clothes (a pair of loose jeans, a warm turtleneck and that same nondescript v-neck sweater they always gave him) before helping him change into them. Soon after, Okita was shown to the buses and given the usual brown bag for breakfast.

Climbing onto the demon machines, Okita kept his apprehension to himself - at least until he saw Homura. Letting his leader know that he'd disobeyed orders and gone out last night was possibly-- no, it was definitely the worst thing that could happen. Moving along, he tried to catch Homura's eye and smile at him like nothing was wrong, but Homura seemed rather busy. Okita kept going until he reached an open seat with what looked like a little green lizard boy sitting in it.

His smile widened and he leaned over as best he could, tapping the boy on the shoulder. "Good morning. Would you mind if I joined you?"