Nick moves in front of the window when Lyall edges away, half leaning and half sitting against the windowsill. He watches Lyall closely, but - he's having a hard time figuring out how to act, here. There's enough of his echoed instincts left for him to be a little on edge, to feel alert, but that's it. The rest of him is way more cop, and the hyper-focused, be-ready-in-case-he-does-anything attitude is reserved for criminals.

Lyall's not a criminal, he's just - something weird.

"Is there anything we can do to help?"