Yce stands baffled in the doorway between his kitchen and his living room. His living room that was suddenly in complete disarray. He shifts his feet to avoid the broken glass that he finds all over the floor and his face contorts into a dazed look of bewilderment.

What... He hesitates, not quite grasping the situation yet. You are standing there, in his living room, the shattered window behind you. His life certainly had not been interesting lately, but this was an unexpected (and not quite welcome) change. He pushes a hand through his hair and searches you with his eyes, no doubt wondering if you were dangerous.

After all, this is the 131st floor. He's busy piecing together this whole thing in his mind, trying to ignore the gaping hole down to the concrete streets hundreds of feet below. This must be a Disrupter, yes, but they don't seem particularly threatening. In one hand, they hold... A tomato. Probably a stolen one, but yeah, not threatening.

Yce had heard about the recent uptick in people considered disrupters -- Or who he learned used to be called "criminals". He just didn't expect to see one standing in his living room.

You're gonna pay for that, right? He asked tiredly, gesturing to the shattered window.