He jerked at her touch, flailing his arms around, grabbing what he thought was a spear that had dropped from the faceless figures and pointed it at her. It was the drink bottle he'd finished off about an hour ago.
When he finally snapped out of it, focusing on Lust he broke. His shoulders hunched over and he dropped the bottle. He still looked the same, a little stubble, a few pounds lighter and dark circles under his eyes. He could still hear the laughter in the background. She was there no though, there to either mock him or help.
The walls had started to fan back out, darkness lifting as she brought all of herself into the room.