There is a sort of rustic charm about Savanaclaw's dorm rooms. While they hold a completely different feel than those of his own, he can appreciate the way they suit their students needs. Such open, airy rooms bring some relief from the heat and he can't say that the room doesn't fit Rook. Conquests skinned and tanned, various bows and weapons that would make others wince laid about in easily accessible places... He wonders briefly how many more he can't see.

Though as Rook rummages through his belongings, Jade takes the time to look around. Fingertips brushing against the wood of the standard school provided furniture as he slowly explores. His belongings don't seem as thrown about as others in the dorm, but nor is it exactly as diligently clean as Jade's own half of his room. "Fishing in the ocean is rather different. Catching what I like to eat with a pole would be more along the lines of luck than skill..."

The clanging of various metal items draws his eye, but he finds himself looking at the knife peeking out from beneath one of Rook's pillows instead. Even waking up to Floyd attacking him (if the other wakes up first, which is rare) he hasn't ever felt the need to pull a knife on him. It's an interesting tidbit to tuck away into his mind. A side of Rook that he's unsure what to make of just yet... but then he notices just how much the junior seems to be gathering together. "Is all of that necessary?"