"Do I look like a magical girl to you, Mizushima?" Homura snarked aloud at the Fight Club President's... curious choice of honorific for him, before he just watched as she freed the No-Star girl from whitey bugger's (Rikuto, was it? Well, he certainly was a whitey bugger, at any rate-) cards and gave her a big wad of cash.

Truth be told, this was one of the better outcomes of the situation for him; Mizushima seemed more interested in getting back to her nap and making them look silly than picking fights or prolonging the situation. At the very least, Homura was used to one of those; he was barely fazed by the girl's actions, snark aside. 
"So you AREN'T incapable of being constructive? Good job," He just said with a slight smirk to Mizushima, his tone slathered in snark but nonetheless carrying a hint of genuine gratitude; like she had said, she did seem to have solved the situation at hand. 

"Get out of here before the Disciplinary Committee arrives, and you should be fine," He just said to the No-Star with a shrug, not even sparing her a second glance as he turned to leave, "I honestly couldn't give less of a fuck about the protest, I just want to get to class on time this morning."
He had plenty of time to make it; so as he began to make his way from the group, he just lifted a hand lazily to bid them farewell.