[It may obviously be a coffin in good lighting and from a respectable distance, but Naoya's sleep schedule has been fucked up since before he got here and he's pretty sure time travel has to give you jetlag.

At least, that's the excuse he'd pull for skulking around in the stairs at obscene o'clock -- he was actually on his way to the roof to get some air and hopefully not get rained on for once.

Considering the state of his weapon, though, watching the small woman with the giant package evokes more than a few sympathy pangs.]

Oh, hey, d'you need any help with that? Wouldn't want it falling back down the stairs.