Shiro stayed in the front room, waiting for Rin to go get Yukio. He didn't sit down, though. He was too antsy to sit, and he knew he would have to move to redo the stitches and bandages anyway. So instead he stood there, half-leaning against a wall as he surveyed the room.

It was kind of shitty, he had to admit. Not as bad as some of the other buildings he had seen out the truck window, but it was still crummy. This place needed some tender loving care, and some sterilization. The last thing Shiro needed was to get infected wounds.

He could hear the two talking in the other room, but he didn't chime in, instead choosing to listen in to their conversation.