The sudden lack of a solid plane behind his head gives Rye the brief sensation of falling, and it makes him jerk back up into a sitting position after a string of stammered curses. When he looks up at the offender, he's surprised to see it's Lenz. He stares silently for a second or two longer than normal, trying and failing to get a read on him. He doesn't get this guy.

"Could've taken more," he mutters sullenly, crossing his long legs under himself. "What do you want?" It sounds rude, but it's not meant to be. It's just a straightforward question.