Nodding curtly, Youhei turned from Kirijo as the other student took off with Takahiro, to double check that everyone understood; he was especially concerned for Leo and his non-Japanese speaking ways... Fortunately everyone seemed to have gotten the message anyway, minus the quiet girl. He was about to head over and drag her out when someone grabbed him from behind. A glance over one shoulder revealed it to be Nami, much to Youhei's confusion. She hadn't seemed the type to get scared earlier on. [i]Then again, the walls back at the dorm hadn't been bleeding...[/i] [b]'You ok? Alright, that was a dumb question. Don't worry, you're safe with us. Did you get what Kirijo said? Back to the dorm, then bed. As for the details...'[/b] He scratched his hair uncertainly. [b]'Well, I'm sure he'll deal with that eventually.'[/b] As carefully and respectfully as he could (partly because he was a bit awkward around the girl), Youhei disentangled himself from Nami and checked her over to ensure she hadn't had a panic attack or something. When he was confident that she could move, he jogged over to where the quiet girl had hidden; he still didn't know her name but this was hardly the best time for an ersatz introduction. [b]'Come with us lass. It'll be safe back home, trust me.'[/b] As he herded the two frightened girls toward the entrance, he took one last glance around, confirming that everyone else had left ahead of them and then led the way back to the Iwatodai dorm. On the way he wondered why no-one else had helped the quiet girl, but she did seem to lack a sense of presence...

Once everyone was back at the dorm and accounted for, Youhei bounded up to his room as Kirijo briefed the rest. It didn't take him long to change, switching to a pair of tough cargo trousers and a leather jacket. SEES hadn't done much exploring since their first foray into Tartarus, but he had taken the time to assemble some appropriate kit to fight in regardless. Steel toecap boots, fingerless leather gloves and of course his trusty warhammer. He paused after fitting his Evoker's holster, his eyes flitting between the SEES and Strega versions. They were functionally identical, so did it really matter which one he used..? Youhei shrugged, in the end holstering his looted black Strega Evoker and leaving his issued one on the desk. After double checking everything, he jogged back down and outside, a cigar hanging from his mouth in a half-joking fashion. Unbeknownst to Youhei, the door bounced behind him, slowly creaking open again.