Vyers would give him some leniency in that regard, but there was still the matter of him nearly faceplanting that continued to irk him. He didn't need a broken nose or a mouth full of dirt to add to all of this! But there wasn't exactly time for him to give lectures on a proper landing. "Hmph. Fine, fine."

He stared up at the sky as he was set down, noting to himself how nice of a painting it was, even though he highly doubted he would ever accept it as an actual sky. It was far too fake (as was the rest of this place).