[Bakugo grunts in acknowledgement, not one to shove a point already made. Giving Reno the basics is enough; he can use that to learn his own way around and decide for himself what he wants to do. He's had his own issues while adjusting to the place, too proud and stubborn to simply throw himself at people without at least trying to know them first. Even more difficult when he's antisocial as fuck and doesn't want to get buddy buddy with a bunch of strangers. Some exceptions have annoyingly begun to apply themselves, much to his irritation and chagrin. Good for his life here, bad for his tough guy image.]

Shinra? [An ashen brow jumps into his choppy bangs. Doesn't sound like a descriptive word, so probably something from Reno's world. Ah, child soldiers. He drops his chin in his hand, annoyed and frustrated.] Take it those kids didn't have a choice in the matter. [While he's not going to decry young people in war (he and his classmates were already fighting in one back home) there's a difference between forced and volunteered. Disgusting of Shinra if that's what they're doing in Reno's world.]

Not a lot of soldiers here, just a bunch of people with different degrees of tolerance. [Age ranges all over the scale. At least he's glad Reno's in the "this place is fucked up and shouldn't be" camp. Some people are... not.]

Uh-huh. [Bakugo cups his free hand and a series of sparks and small explosions pop and burst above his palm.] Right through the damn ceiling of the top floor. Just more ceiling.

[Same thing with the outer walls. He couldn't get through the repeating layers mockingly reforming before the smoke even cleared.] Someone got through, but all they saw was a void. I dunno if that's true or not.

[Either the getting through part or the peacock just showing a void cause it's a massive asshole.]