Presley looks up when the flower blooms—he can't help it, there's an undying love of mood lighting in his dance student heart—and gets a faceful of pollen. Presley curses and buries his face against Patrice's shoulder, but it's too late. When the vine lets go and he finally hits the ground, with Patrice still in arms, his vision is already blurring.

He shoves Patrice away from him. "You're an idiot." Presley rubs his eyes on his sleeve, which doesn't really help. He can hear the voices of the others (is that Armani?), though, so he guesses no one is dead. "Fuck. Get up."

He's talking more to himself than anyone else, but if the others listen, that's fine too. (He is also not aware there's another vine.)