Lyall's fingers tighten a little on the side and back of Nick's neck before he catches himself, and he lifts his head back up again, nervous. "We should go... or I should. I'm not welcome here, now that the actual authorities have arrived. And I feel disgusting." He's wet and muddy and his nice suit is torn, dammit. And the glares they're getting now are getting worse.

He tries for a smile. "Besides, you look ridiculous in that mask. I'd rather take it off you."