He chances a friendly smile (up, up at him) and hops on the wall with the athletic ease of someone very used to taking alternative routes to his municipal destinations. His clothes shopping is set next to him like an afterthought. Some of his shirts have gotten tight in the shoulders, but that comes with the territory of working out. He fishes the more important objective of the day out of his backpack. One notebook closes, another opens. Perfectly boring, they might be people from the School of Mutter exchanging notes.

He flips past several pages of crudely drawn people and notes about their skills. They're discernable enough, but an artist he is not. Midoriya finds it easier to order his thoughts on paper rather than ramble at people. He takes his cues from the most recent nerdy neat, concisely-written pages. They're accompanied by a few crooked schematic drawings of things like ceiling clearances in metric, fake entrances, and a basement (or two?).

"Thank you so much for coming. I've been wanting a private space to train since... winter, I think. And uh," how does he put this, "Paul-kun may have mentioned I work as a Hero saving people. Or maybe not, because I told him to be careful. Anyway, I'm thinking this place could double as a hideout if someone decides to make trouble. He wants to help with some traps himself. I don't know anything about magical security systems, so I'm trying to see what's possible..."

Here he trails off vaguely. This is why he's consulted an expert.