Lyle spits a couple times to try and get the taste of gag out of his mouth, ignoring the look Cos shoots his way. He is not about to be the one explaining how he let Cosmic Boy get shot. His luck has kept him alive pretty well, it's his actions that keep the sentients he cares about alive.

His fingers are still clumsy from the drugs and fiddling with the cuffs takes most of his concentration, but their primary rescuer doesn't seem to be objecting from behind his horror movie mask, so Lyle spares him a brief, toothy grin.

"If you want me to get anywhere at any kind of speed, I'm gonna need my hands or someone's arm. Not too steady on my feet right now."