"Quentin Quire. Got it." Kyle starts forward when Quentin staggers,but stops short of grabbing his elbow to steady him.

"The mask?" He studies it, making no move to touch it, frowning lightly.

"Not going to lie, dude, part of me wants to poke it in the spirit of scientific curiosity. But also not real keen on a broken brain."

Instead he gestures at the audience. "Did you wanna sit down? Whatever you did to yourself was pretty intense. I could probably find you some water or something." A little more carefully he adds, "How did you do that, anyway? It looked like you just made a knife out of nothing."