[It's kind of hilariously pointless, because now he's just stuck sort of half-lying on the floor of the compartment with his legs in the air. It's a pretty roomy little nook in there. Naoya blinks a few times, realizes he isn't in a heap, and cautiously shifts. Yep, that's the floor.

He twitches his leg a little, because the blood is kind of rushing to his head and that's uncomfortable.]

Um, you can let go, I'm not actually falling anywhere. [Wait, he's talking into the floor.] And I'm just tryin' to find the kid that climbed in, okay? I can't exactly keep it in the trunk.