Soldat glances around, takes in the room and the lack of changes. Even their own room has more than this, but then, they've lived here for months now, and Minato is still new. "I have," they answer. "I'm looking for mine, but I don't know that they'll all look the same, so. I have to touch them."

They look sidelong at Minako-- no eye contact, but at least on his face-- expression a little contrite. A little, but not a lot. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't see everyone else's memories. But I need mine."