Æn'kae was about to comment, to express that there were people he'd bolt from too. But the moment she kicked open the door, the music hit his sensitive ears like a a hammer and he covered them, letting out a hiss. "Sorry, sorry" he mumbled, not even sure she could hear him or if she replied as he tried to get used to the sheer level of sound.

When he recovered enough to lower his hands he took in the tattered affair that was her bedroom. Once again, he was curious, but not enough to ask. It wasn't like she'd wanted a stranger getting glimpses into her personal life.

He went over to look out the window, visibly tense, though more from the music than the drop. "Well uh, I think I'll be okay, but will you with those chains?" He'd help however he could. But he suspected this came down to whether or not she felt she'd be okay.