[A low murmur of voices indicates the arrival (finally!) of their payroll special guests.

Easy joy.

He just has to keep telling himself that, right?

Still, he's glad Lavi's here to be the one having to deal with this latest round of Company leeches, even if it means retreating towards the paper-bombed office otherwise known as Noah's bridge.

Resigning himself to this fate as steps draw ever nearer, Lavi's offer of a tour the last warning he'd receive. Standing up, Kanda secures the battery pack to each of the hand guns, holds them up, one inverted, and uses the sights on each to pull the two against each other to activate the charge for them both as three sets of steps enter the rec-room.

There's a satisfying snick of metal sliding smoothly into place before he flicks the safety on and slides both firearms into into the holsters on his thighs, not bothering to look up to greet their guests.

Instead, he bends down, starts pulling cleaning supplies back into swift order, the long fall of his ponytail sliding over a shoulder.]

We're leaving in five, Lavi. Already have clearance to leave so soon as you finish the tour, we can clear the fuck out. I'm tired of waiting.