When they finally made it back to the dojo, neither of them had any energy left. Laz took off for his room while Kat made for her room. Laying down on the bed, Laz felt every last bit of energy drain from his body. Interestingly enough, he didn't feel mentally tired.
Looking about the room, Laz couldn't help but sigh to himself.
'Unfamiliar ceiling," was all he could think.
Despite Jon acting rather pleasant with him and Kat's crazy hot and cold attitude, Laz felt ill at ease. Maybe it was because it wasn't his place. Maybe because he was out of his comfort zone. His formerly empty brain tried to make some sense of it, but the answer just kind of alluded him until finally something clicked.
