"Sorry!" Scourge quickly rolled over and looked up at the ceiling, back the way he'd come. He really hoped he hadn't fallen over anyone too big or too mean. One hand went out, looking for the floor and finding the leg of the chair instead. He slid his hand up to the armrest and used to lever himself carefully to his feet, his other hand held up in case of anyone trying to run into him.

"Didn't see you there. Sorry," he said to the chair, facing Kurt's general direction but not actually looking at him. That yell sounded sort of familiar. More scared than scary, which was a good sign.