The first concern that he has as he pulls himself up into the window is how he's going to be able to scrub this blood off of the paint later. He hasn't really tried to get blood out of anything but carpet here yet...but he supposes he can just paint over it maybe, if it doesn't come off completely. That would at least make more sense than putting in a new window.

But those concerns are immediately forgotten as he steps into the room and hears a voice that he hadn't expected. For one, there's never anyone else in his room, and for another, there's definitely never a male voice in his room that doesn't belong to Oz. It takes him a second to realize who the person is, and his hand which has gone down to reach for his gun falters. It's good that he's too weak to have decent reflexes at the moment.

"A...Ahiru?" he mutters just as dizziness hits him. He winces and leans back to rest against the window frame.

"W-what are you doing in here?!"