Iwata merely moved to close the door of his small office. He'd finally managed to fix his ceiling fan, which was now firmly and elegantly held to the ceiling with copious amounts of duct tape, completing that Je Ne Sais Quoi that defines any teacher's office, that little something that says, nay, whispers 'Minimum Wage.'

"Hmmm, well considering Takuro-kun's spell range, he probably tried to use his vines. But there's nowhere to grow vines in a subway." He looked up thoughtfully. "Though all things considered, there's probably a vine wall growing on that tunnel right were that train was at the time..."