[Solus merely narrows his eyes at Tyler, not dignifying such a question with a response. While he knows well Tyler doesn't know to what extent the volume was...he knows the little bastard knows it was.]

Yes, yes I am quite ready. Do not mistake my momentary rest for aught else.

[He huffs, grabbing his bag and rising to his feet, standing with a notable slouch to his posture. He looks from Tyler to Ox, tilting his head with slight curiosity.]

...Intriguing name choice, but I suppose it makes sense.