"Easier," he puffs, stumbling back to his feet. "Couldn't get out from under the weight to make the portal normally, so I made it beneath me." And clearly going through the floor leads to the ceiling. Logic.

He dusts his clothes off: the NASA shirt and black hoodie with sleeves nudged up his forearms are probably doing him zero favours for appearances, but they were good at hiding how his Mien's arms were just too long for his clothes. "You're welcome, by the way."