Rhys already hates this person. He hates him almost as much as he hates Vasquez. He also hates being flat on his back but that's also happening right now. He hits the ground with a muffled thump and all the air rushes right of his lungs.

"Oh god, I think I'm dying," Rhys moans, rolling onto his side and coughing. "You're trying to murder me and I don't even know you!"

It wasn't quite that bad. He was just dramatic as hell.