[In the moment, he doesn't care how he gets back up on his feet, as long as he does. His shoes somehow managed to come off his feet (when? where? who knows) so when those pants and underwear come flying off, it's easy and now he's free and half naked, boner flying in the wind despite the chaos in front of them both. He waits patiently for her to help him up, till she gets her bearing and offers her hand which he takes, already feeling a little bit more balanced now that he's not tangled up in his own clothing. Thankfully, once she pulls him upwards, he's able to stand on his own two feet with only a little bit of wobbling, so he can survey the real damage.

It's really awful, and looking at it now makes his heart beat hard in his chest with anxiety, wondering if whatever caused this is still here and if they need to be ready to deal with it. He doesn't hear or see anything, but then, the room is still spinning just as much as it is for Yoimiya.]

You didn't see anything in here, did you? We shouldn't stay here, [he says quickly,] we barely survived last time. We may not be so lucky this time.

[He can at least logic that much out. Cleaning the place up isn't even something he's considering, bending over now to pick up his underwear that have been thrown to the floor, managing to keep himself on his feet at least this time. His movements are hurried, like the longer they linger, the more likely this may end badly for them. Ajax leans against the wall to steady himself as he puts his underwear back on, naturally finding a bit of difficulty with it, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he puts them back on.]

Can we go to your place? This is bad...