Rye's unmoved. His expression stays lax, but... somehow still guarded. It's a default setting of tired mistrust, ready for the other shoe to drop and then kick him for good measure. "Sure, why not?" he says with a shrug, eyes glinting with defiance — the most life they've shown all day. "You wouldn't be the first to flip. Don't even know anything about you. Maybe you're lying."
Rye's Regrets, Interrupted