At "his" closet, Uryuu removed a sweatshirt and t-shirt from their hangers, draped them over his arm, then bent, putting on the boots and picking up the sneakers. He folded the shirt and sweatshirt, tucked them into his pillow case, followed by the sneakers, then the keyring, ten of thirty pens, the journal, a set of batteries, and the radio. It was an irritation, not having his standard belongings, that would include a portable first aid kit as well as a sewing kit. At the very least, he would make to be prepared with what he had. Satisfied, he bunched one end of the case and twisted it around his hand.

How the other guy had come to the conclusion that it had been a few hours, Uryuu wasn't sure, but the specifics of that didn't seem to matter. Standing back, he observed the guy at the door. It wasn't a bad observation, though; that they had been easy targets, lying in bed. It only made the outside more ominous. Despite recent advances in the field of teamwork, instinct still left Uryuu disinclined to work with someone else; especially a stranger. The vapid vigor displayed could very well be an act, along with the ignorance.

Yet, he could deduce no clear advantage to either going it alone or going with his "roommate". When the guy turned back to him, introducing himself along with an obnoxious declaration of leadership (his eyes narrowed), Uryuu stepped forward, switched off his flashlight, and pocketed it.

"We'll only need one." Let Kida-san use his batteries, as the leader. Stating the obvious, but: "Someone, information, a way out... there's bound to be more out there. Then I, Ishida Uryuu, will follow you, Kida-san. I recommend refraining from speaking from here on out, and if we must, then whispering."

By following, he could watch Kida-san. Anyway, as an archer, it made better sense to hang behind.