Regan was about to head out on her own, but here comes Yamada. Ooh, she looked pretty cute in the uniform! She felt like she filled it out a little too much, herself. Certain kinds of outfits just look better with... less, and the school uniform tended to be one of those cases. Not that complaining would get her anything, and having them any smaller would be... strange, at this point. The reduced weight would be welcome, though, it'd make moving around easier, but... ah, it was just proof of her strength, that's all.

She giggles as the girl next to her go through her routine again. The taller one rolls her eyes and just puts her hand on Yamada's shoulder, drawing her in against her side. "Yes, yes. Anyway, let's go. Ah, wait a moment." She'd almost forgotten. She grabs a long, thin bag from the corner, with a zipper that goes around at the top. It has a strap and rests diagonally against her back. A sword is kept within... one of her mother's demands. Regan must always keep a sword with her. [i]Her[/i] sword. Something about it being an extension of her body. She didn't see the benefit of carrying it [i]everywhere[/i], but it was part of her training, so she shouldn't complain.

It is an old tradition.

Unless you'd know from experience, it wasn't easy to tell what it was just by looking, anyway. "Ok, [i]now[/i] let's go." With that, she opens the door and steps out, waiting for Yamada to come out after. She would walk with her roommate, down the stairs and out the door of the dormitory, heading toward the main class building at a lazy pace. Hopefully, they'd meet some people along the way, but if she only got a little closer to her roommate, that would be fine.