At least whatever is responsible for this mess made it rather obvious instead of letting them stumble around in nothing but pitch black. Once inside the yellow dressing room, Souji takes to the suit like a fish to water, taking note of the weaponry that laid within. As he picked them up and gave the sword and gun an analytical look each, he couuldn't help but wonder. Did these actually work? Or were they just replicas that didn't do much of anything? Would he be able to keep these once all's said and done? If so, it'd probably be helpful at some point.

Though he'd have to make sure to shut off his fanboying again if another situation like this came up. If possible? He'd rather not use the gun at all; but if it came down to the wire, he'd definitely pull it out if necessary. So long as he didn't fire any fatal bullets or something, it should be okay, right?

The gray-haired boy exits eventually, weapons also holstered, and looks around for Atoli and Dirk. Shouldn't be too far off...