It's fine, her light interjections hold his interest better than the current flick, despite the screen lovingly rendering Tobey Maguire's face in all of his fresh-faced glory, slick hair and all. The movie's bulldozed right into a cheery dance number involving Kirsten Dunst and Spiderman's alter ego sporting entirely too much hair gel when his fellow theater-goer pops a question that lures out just enough of his contemplation to answer.

So he will, leaning back in his chair like the slouchiest of slouchy film critics, feet knocked back onto the next seat over, ankles crossed. An unbecoming display for an unbecoming showing. Ryo's pretty unrepentant, regardless.

"I'd recommend against it, but it's my word against yours," he starts up idly, taking this reprieve from the peppy musical playing out before them to gesture back to the main entrance. "The doors are locked, but you're welcome to try brute-forcing them."

Personally, he was going to wait until the movie played out to attempt a genuine breakout, but he won't protest if she manages to jimmy open the exits through sheer willpower alone.