"Of course it is." His smile remains, turning a hint rueful. "If everyone on the battlefield is focused on hitting me, they aren't paying attention to the scarier people behind me, who are considerably squishier." He can just imagine the looks Annette and Ashe would be shooting him right now, if they could hear that. Felix and Ingrid, too, if they understood he counted them among them.

Since the action seemed mostly over for the moment, he shifts back out of the way and sinks down against one of the large rotting tree-things that were scattered around down here, putting his back against it.

"Some people are too stupid to be nice to." Case in point, the idiot that had almost just gotten his face beaten in. Not that Sylvain regretted stepping in, but he could admit that he'd been tempted to plow a fist into his face to shut him up himself. Granted, he wasn't exactly being the most rational right now, either.

He nods at the mention of their connection to the others outside of this place, huffing out a frustrated breath that ruffles his bangs slightly. "We've all been having that problem. Only able to get information out in bits and pieces. Snatches of communication. Whoever has us here seems very determined to keep us cut off from everything."