[ Touma managed to break the lock on his shelter room door. The robots will probably fix it sometime in the night, but he doesn't care. His room has nothing worth stealing, except his rather plain clothes in the drawers, some books for heavy math homework on the desk in the main room. There's also a half-eaten bowl of instant ramen on that table, next to some bottled tea.
The boy, however, is snoring away in the second room on one of the cots, unaware of whatever visitor might have jarred the door open. ]