Taura didn't argue; not with the orders, nor with Hanatarou's decision to give his weapon away. She nodded, murmured Yes, sir to Homura, took the knife, and followed Hanatarou. As they walked, she slid into formation, putting herself between him and the door, though a half-foot off to the side so that he had a clear sight line. If Kenren didn't take his other flank, she'd reorganize, but it seemed like the best bet for keeping Hanatarou both out of and near the fight. She'd seen what he could do, and if don't use the medkit as a battering ram was a good idea, don't break the magic medic was an even better one.

Waiting quietly was something she was good at, but since there didn't seem to be any reason to keep quiet when they were about to bash a door open, she turned to Hanatarou and greeted him.

"Hello again, and thanks for last night; repairs are holding." She grinned, wide and toothy, and anticipation lit her eyes. There would be enough action even on medic-guard duty, she was sure of that. She tipped the knife back and forth, and brushed the sharpened edge against the palm of her hand; her grin proved that it could get wider.