Having those few moments to get his bearings were as good as any. Not that they had time for much else. Though his gaze remains mostly fixed on the monster standing tall and monolith-like in front of them, his eyes do occasionally drift two the two drifting closer (or in one case) immediately behind him. Adrenaline is already running through his system, but to his credit, his face remains impassive and he says nothing. He does, however, briefly call Castor out to charge his strength while he has an opportunity. He doesn't have any of his usual weapons (unless any of them were teleported somewhere around the stadium to find, though he honestly doesn't know what good it'd do anyway). But he hopes there's someone here that can heal competently.

Do those two even know how to fight? He knows Hoshino. Not personally, but she had been close to Minako whileshe had been here. She was a Support Persona user, wasn't she? Seemed to be calm and analytic enough. They'd have to attack it sooner or later, but it'd be better for them to have a picture of what they were up against.

"You're a Support User aren't you?" he says, gruff voice rising above the quieting furor due to whatever the white noise machines (or whatever the hell they are) are doing. At times like this, he missed Fuuka. "Can you tell us anything about what we're up against? If we're gonna fight, I'd rather not start fighting him blind."