[Rye just looks...lost. Very lost. The poor scarecrow can't make heads or tails of any of it]
"Well err...Anythin' you think will help ya all? I ain't too good with any o' this. Heh...heh..."
[He subconsciously plays with his whiskers]
"Really all ah can do is... Play moral support. Really wishin' my crew were still here."
Sam had put a hand to his chin and gripped his elbow with the other, orienting his stance to face the chat though his eyes remained locked on the server as it was explored. He could easily sift through everything himself, but his exhaustion told him to take the backburner for now. (Besides, with how this was Kinito's idea in the first place, it would have been rude to snatch the reigns)
“that’s quite alright, haystack.”
His body language looked different than how he usually held himself; with his weight shifted one foot and his eyes half-lidded, he actually looked relaxed for once...!
Since emerging from his self-imposed prison, he’d been nothing but a tense and flighty mess. But here, tucked away from the threat of the outside world, surrounded with company… it was enough to let him feel like he could put his guard down, at least for now.
“this is a first for all of us..."
