[Maybe they should start toting a full length mirror around with them at all times, that will help. Junpei has no quips for that, not really, and so he falls silent as Charles leads them to the next house - and, uh, smashes the way inside, at which point he finds his voice long enough again to mumble,]

Should we leave these people a note, or something...?

[Someone lives here, right? Even if they're a local who hates them now or someone who's already been turned into a coffin or whatever, it's— well!

Maybe it's not so important. There's a mirror, and Junpei can only remember the last time he went through the mirrors, frowning at it even as the sound from outside continues to get closer and closer. That's where he is mentally when Charles scoops him up like it's nothing, and, huh.

Give him a minute. He's not thinking about the noise outside anymore, blinking rapidly a few times like he has to aggressively force himself to focus. Faced with this heroic rescue in the midst of terrifying danger, after watching Charles do action movie stuff all over several city blocks, unfortunately(?) the first thing that comes out of his mouth is,]

Sorry, this is the hottest thing that's ever happened to me. [he's focused. he is.] Uh—I'm ready, I— yeah.