Raiden shook his head at the offer for food, his gaze never meeting that of either roommate.

"No, thanks," at this he lifted his claws and tapped his throat meaningfully, then walked into his room to put his coat away. The room was spartan, with only a bed and the fractured frame of something that had recently ceased to be a mirror. He looked mournfully at it and couldn't help feeling a little guilty about putting his fist through it. The original owner might still be out there somewhere, and might have wanted it back someday. Who knew?

When he stepped back out into the common room he immediately started to busy himself with cleaning though there was little to be done when the three of them were seldom home at the same long enough to cause much clutter.