After that clever response to the newcomer, Riku was sure that he could say that he wasn't losing the socially unaware award for the night. The terse response actually made him snort with its lack of sensitivity. Riku was caught in his own thoughts when the guy burst in, but it didn't take a genius to see that this guy was ruffled. He tilted his head back and forward in a nod—simple recognition—and considered his presence. That meant that finally, they were about to run into something. How did he approach it? A simple "what was it" would put him on the same playing field as Albedo in terms of awkwardness. No, he could do better than that.

"Something bad, huh," he iterated, and he took a step toward the guy. "You all right?" Riku looked over the way he held himself. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but whatever was in there, this guy didn't want to encounter it alone. To Riku, that meant bad news. Was it Ansem? Had he just moved inside? He didn't want to ask too many probing questions, so he left it right where it was.