*rummages through his bag for his charcoal sticks, thinking to at least get a few leaf-rubbings while he's here* *that should be okay, he's not physically taking anything from the property, after all*
*rifles past a folder of sheet music and absently thinks he might head to one of the music rooms at the Fine Arts building after he's through here* *hasn't played in a few days, and needs a breather anyway*