Momomi has tears in her (somewhat vacant) eyes and a smile on her face (just barely less vacant, but only because she's still smiling lustily from Coco's cock and cream filling) as she answers with a slurred sure. To what statement that sure is supposed to be a response is ... unclear, but that's for later, probably never. Her extended sights are far more important, and immediate.<br/><br/>Suzuki's room is clear. Of people. In terms of immediately important stuff, there's a golfbag with several pistols, a grenade, and one rifle in it, loads of bullets, mags, and doses of combat drugs, and at least three things that Coco's pretty sure are drug delivery devices. Although the harness one could just be a harness for other purposes, but it doesn't matter at the moment. Even as a potential enemy, a person needs to be fairly present to matter much beyond the quality of their locks and alarms. Which aren't obvious, but are pretty safe to assume are at least on some of her stuff.<br/><br/>Ko's room is currently notable for being mostly packed up. The list of immediately important stuff in Suzki's room is larger than the count of unpacked stuff in Ko's unless you really wanted to count every individual plate, knife, and fork. It also has some magical defense, but it's fairly secondary or tertiary in the mind of the people currently fucking on the hospital style bed. It's something Ko put up so that she has some minimal protection against somebody spying on her getting her ass drilled. In that respect, it's working.<br/><br/>Coco's view of the pair is fairly blurred, though it's closer to the cheap porn import level of blurring than something actually effective. The sheet was probably more cover and that's both thin enough and being pulled tightly enough that if she took the time, Coco could probably count the bumps on Ko's nipples.