Yamato pads inside, taking it all in. His eyes go to exits and entrances first, like they do whenever he enters a new space, but that only takes a second, and after that, he takes the rest of it in.

It seems ... nice. Warm and homey in a way the Ishida apartment never has been, that's for sure.

He tenses up slightly at that voice from upstairs, but busies himself taking off his shoes, setting them neatly by the door.