Lyall watches the thug go until he's safely out of sight, and he can hear his footfalls receding in the distance. Then he turns back to Marco, just in time to get that response. He sighs a little. It's not an unfamiliar one.

"No, and to be honest, I have no idea what that even means. I happen to have been pulled, all unwilling, from Earth of eighteen seventy-five. This is how everyone looks." Though not generally quite so well put-together. Children these days. "Are you all right? I didn't quite mean to pull you to the ground entirely."