Yuuma heard a voice from outside. A moment later, Eliza entered the room and began marching around. He wasn't really sure why, but at least she wasn't being a danger to herself or anyone else. She waved to him, and in response he smiled slightly and returned a small wave.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open once again, and Yuuma tensed up as he always did, preparing for the worst. In walked Brooke, thankfully, and he relaxed. Besides him, she was the most normal person in the club. She had her quirks of course, like everyone else, but none of them put people's lives at stake.

He smiled softly as she offered him a cup of tea, accepting it after he had put down his sketchbook. She mentioned it was a different kind than she usually made as she gave another cup to Eliza.

"It's very good. Thank you," he said after having taken a sip.

To be honest, Yuuma was kind of in disbelief. He had been in the club room for a solid ten minutes, and yet had no extra injuries. He was pretty sure that that was a record. He leaned back in his chair, relaxed and happy. 

The moment he let his guard down was the moment when the club showed it's true colors.

Midway through a sip of his tea, Ryder and his borderline sentient robot came crashing through the ceiling.

[i]Through the goddamned ceiling.[/i]

Yuuma jumped back, knocking his chair over and spilling hot tea all over his face. As he couldn't speak due to choking on the liquid, all he could do was stare at Ryder in an extremely disapproving manner.

This place was a hazard to his health. Shame on him for forgetting that, even for a split second.