The vapor mask is noticeably absent as Evander stands with his head tilted back, snuffling quite loudly as he pinches at his nose. Muttering something unintelligible, he soon shifts his head back forward to give proper attention to the owner of the voice he’d just heard. Too soon though, apparently - crimson starts dripping around his glove in earnest. All he can do is sigh and gingerly hold a hand under his nostrils.
"Ergh… it’s making more of a mess than causing me any actual pain. Thanks for your concern though - very kind of you," he grumbles, rolling his eyes.