Rin rushes the trinkets, somewhat surprised that someone like Haruka would have something so flashy and lively. Especially given how relatively drab the rest of the room is. He's never thought much of Haruka's creative side. (The dull bed seemed more like the Haruka he knew.) There wasn't any chance to observe it during their regular races since those are always straight-forward. But he enjoys this chance to get some additional insight into his strange friend.

"Where did all these come from?"

He examines each trinket and takes more time to run his palm along the warm walls.