"Ah." Lucky him, he guesses, watching the lights of the vending machine he's crouched in front of flicker off. One more second and he would have lost a few yen to the sudden blackout. But whatever fortune god he prayed to at the local shrine at New Year's must be on his side tonight; the can of coffee dropped just moments before he could've lost it. Fishing it out and pressing his hands to its warm aluminum surface, he straightens and takes a look around. This is no ordinary blackout, is it? He doesn't think the other blackouts he's ever experienced involved the moonlight turning green...

The couple that was making out a few feet away definitely turned into coffins, too. Was he dreaming? Doubtful. Fortunately, he doubts the powerout situation would prevent him from entering his dorm since they were given actual keys instead of cards, so he's about to turn in the direction of that building when he sees someone... with a gun? Weren't firearms banned on this campus? He pops the can of coffee open, listening to the short hiss of pressurized air escaping its prison as he watches her get closer. She doesn't seem to be heading at him specifically, but if she's armed, should he avoid her? catch her off guard?

"What are you doing?"

Ask her stupid questions it is.