Unstoppable force, meet immovable object. Or rather, Kylo continues to walk, only turning when Saturday is a breadth behind him, smacking into him. It was a collision he could've avoided if he'd wished to but he'd been in no rush. He's yet to uncover the cause of concern.

Well. Until now, at least. Living furniture.

He steps aside as she ricochets off the door, so that he's not in the way this time. And when one of the chairs brandishes a gnarled arm at him Kylo doesn't even bother with the force. Grabbing it and throwing it into the wall with enough strength to make splinters out of it.