The look Aki receives in turn in a puzzled one, if suddenly exasperated at the sheer amount of glass shards on the floor. He thinks he hears voices coming from somewhere, high-pitched and giggling, but can't pinpoint it, though he feels damned cold, and the boxers are hideous. He'd rather try to find some clothes than break a bunch of mirrors, currently. Figure out what the hell's going on before any of them try punching out anything.

"Not until you tell me what the hell we have to break 'em for. Only thing you're gonna do is hurt yourself."