Given that his body is essentially just a giant limp noodle right now, it does not take much for her to get her boot out of his grip. He doesn't really even react, his hand just plunks back down into the grass and stays there. Now the muscles in the alien's face tighten up as he concentrates and tries to remember exactly how he got where he is right now. His memory is hazy and the headache that is wreaking its revenge is not helping.

"...Couldn't get away from... from the noise. From the chaos. Couldn't even s-sleep," Glacius says, his face going unfocused again. "Took something that... allevi... all... ah, got rid of the problem. Not so simple. Should've known." How damn careless of him to ingest an unknown substance and then assume everything was going to be peachy. When he's back to being himself he's going to seriously kick himself for this one, for a variety of reasons. Right now he's still too out of it to have that sort of presence of mind; it hasn't even clicked that there's what appears to be a human looking down on him.