Ah. Ozpin is quiet, for a moment, but some of the irritable tension bleeds away. He cannot help his own faint curl of concern. He would wish no harm to the twins, and to leave them unattended and vulnerable, with the town in its current state of disarray...

Very well.

Oscar would want Dipper looked after, and his sister as well. Ozpin relents back to silence as Ford readies them to leave the relative safety of the bedroom. With a note in his voice beginning to turn wry:

I am not expected to teach lessons today, though you may wish to avoid the other residents of this house.