He's thankful all of a sudden as fingerless gloves touch filth at the rough landing. Had he been wearing his best threads or the ones currently being loaned it would've been hard to excuse the smell later on as it soaked through every fine detail of his clothing. When he went through the floor he had expected solid ground or at least the unpleasant misfortune of another hallway.

The smell is staggering and he can taste it in the back of his throat as hands push to lift himself off the floor. His first investigation is straight up where he thinks he came in from. A short rejection of the air under his feet with his power will guide him up there if he's able to use it to touch and feel along the possibly wet ceiling. Already he can hear himself being scolded later on but right now that was the least of his concern and he needs to access how royally screwed he is right now. No matter the way he feels from ceiling to wall to floor his hand won't pass through it and a soft and bitter chuckle issues from his lips.

A quick wipe of his hand on his pants and he's lifting his hand upwards to smooth back his messy hair out of his eyes away from those ridiculous glasses. Forward is his only option right now and he'll take those first steps towards the nearest light source.