"Thank you," Gokudera says, and is tempted to immediately pick those books up and take them to the table he'd been studying at when Starscream studies him. He stays, eyes him with uncertainty and then looks at one of those claws.

"Is there not a set time when there are new arrivals?" The world he arrived from had new people showing up almost on a predictable schedule. The disappearances were never anything anyone could anticipate. He'd always just assumed that part of Amoi ran off the portals, and were powered by the beings dragged in.