The hand on his arm brought his own into focus, and it quickly lowered. The throat-clear was brief, eyes searching the streets in any other direction as he managed, "I-I'm fine! Jus' thinkin' about... stuff, and..."

He shook his head. That was strange just then; maybe the wind was dying down, but he wasn't feeling as chilly as he was earlier, and the sights around him had less of that funky 'veil' over it. Maybe the little windstorm was over, or his immune system was fighting back against the new environment.

"Gettin' stuck somewhere once is enough, man."