[Well, that all went to hell remarkably quickly. When the alarms go off, Sousei's hand drifts towards the hilt of his sword, but there's not a lot that can be done from here; he's not sure how to get on the other side of the glass without breaking everything, or if it's worth it to even try.
A frown, tense. If they open fire, he might try anyway; he doesn't know Schrodinger, but leaving one of their group behind doesn't really sit well with him.
The rest of the room seems to have been forgotten by him, but then--he's a soldier, it's perhaps unsurprising.]
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A frown, tense. If they open fire, he might try anyway; he doesn't know Schrodinger, but leaving one of their group behind doesn't really sit well with him.
The rest of the room seems to have been forgotten by him, but then--he's a soldier, it's perhaps unsurprising.]