Zero was still very much trying to get used to the school. Well, perhaps it was less so the facilities itself and more the open environment, the people, the lack of fear of being hunted down and extinguished. In truth, he felt more uncertain in peace than war.

The subject matter of the stack of books were unknown to him, but he approached the pile anyway, a vague sense of curiosity in him despite the utter blankness in his stare. His eyes glanced over at the girl on the couch, and her rifle - was it normal for students to have guns? This was a fighting school, he supposed. There probably weren't the usual restrictions, but... it still seemed unusual for a civilian, especially one bunkered down to read.

After a long period of silent staring, he finally asked: "...What's the gun for?"