If Rinzler knew of the assumption, he might spare the effort to be annoyed. As it is, he only stares, ticking rumble resuming as much from surprise as from the demonstrated uselessness of hiding. He's seen a lot of users on this ship, but this is the first one covered in cat-fuzz.

The lights move after a moment, jerking to the side. Asriel might be able to pick out the sharp angles of the mask as well—a headshake. No, he's not stuck.