While Lucas’s lingering overwhelming pain has overloaded his senses a bit, he feels a rising panic upon realizing he’s having some difficulty breathing, and is lying on his back whilst cradled in debris.
‘Wai- no, no, NO!’
[Hmm? Oh, calm down. It’s the first time, when you didn’t actually get injured.]
‘OH THANK FUCK!’
[...Well, at least you don’t have to get dressed again.]
‘Wait… But wouldn’t that have been a good thing? That conversation woulda gone better now that I’m more prepared for it… Damn.’
[Let’s just take it to mean that Boss System deemed it satisfactory?]
‘More like it’s just bein’ stingy. Bah.’
Lucas’s senses have stabilized, as well as his breathing, and he sits up in time to watch the overdosed annoyance getting shoved a short distance into his direction while encased in his artisanal table taco, courtesy of Miss Masher.