"I'm pretty sure last time I stepped in right on time."

Yeah, his luck tends to work like that. He fishes in a pocket and withdraws a handkerchief to offer the other man, since that would probably work better than the back of his glove.

"And I think between the two of us, they'd be directing that line at you, not me. I'm usually the one accused of being a terrible influence on people. Which I'm probably proving by saying that's a very useful skill to have learned. Do you need a hand?" He offers one, just in case, because Kaz looks like the wall is mostly what's holding him up right now.