It was morning, but it would be a lie to say that Lupin had just gotten up. He'd been awake for a few hours at that point, sipping at coffee sporadically as he fiddled with the nacent beginnings of what he hoped was an actual working smoke bomb. The book, that damnable ever present book, was actually open to an old entry that looked like notations of somesort. He didn't pay attention to who it belonged to. More likely than not, it would be lost when he closed that book.

His thoughts drifted back home as he worked. He could almost hear Jigen's commentary about his stupidity...