Watching his roommate was always entertaining, though Homura would also need to speak with him about a certain notice he'd seen on the bulletin. His immediate concern, however, was making it upstairs to his waiting group. Hanatarou and Okita were both going to be late, but hopefully not so much so that they would be unable to complete their task for the night. With Adelheid's recent condition, it was all the more imperative that the club get hold of whatever weapons they could, and the room upstairs by far had presented the best yield for their efforts.

So Homura wasted little time changing and gathering the supplies he'd need for the night: his sword and knife, his light, a pillowcase, and, after a moment's consideration, the radio. Though it might once again remain silent, after the previous night that wasn't a certainty. Perhaps something of use might be said.

Taking the key and putting it in his pocket, Homura headed out into the hall, setting a quick pace.