Kyle blinks. That was suave. Like, James Bond suave, just plunk! There goes the glass on the tray. Kyle had barely even noticed the waiter coming.

His musings on how the hell the guy managed to pull that trick are cut short when he tries to remove his mask and fails. Kyle sighs.

"I kinda had a feeling that might be the case," he says glumly. "Yeah, I tried yanking mine off earlier and it wouldn't go. I tried again like, ten minutes ago and it actually kinda hurt. So I'm worried."