Your heart and your mouth aren't as far separated as you think, Artemy.

[They smile at the bump to their shoulder.]

Wait, that's a weird thing to say to a surgeon. Know I don't mean literally. [A roll of their neck at what more he has to say, Ydris looping their arm around the crook of Artemy's. They hang themself in close with him, as they do others when they take their arms, but only with Artemy do they slip their fingers between his to hold.]

I think finding our exit is wise, before blame can begin shifting about. Maybe that's why there is such lacking security to stop these occurrences, nobody wants the responsibility to fall on their neck. [A squeeze of their hand to the man's, nudging him to follow where they've decided to float away from all this. They won't leave without him, of course, best to not stick around gawking...]

As for disruption... I don't know. Maybe that's something to look into history about, to see if Lost Souls have always brought strife or if strife is the constant here. I would guess the latter, we're only new in observing it.