The man takes a startled step back. It's probably the encroaching seven foot manshark that's the root cause of his fear rather than the mask. Either way, Michael's hand on his shoulder is suddenly firm, keeping him from moving too far away or turning to run. He on the other hand gives the display an approving look.

"Good job," he says to Nanaue, then directs his attention back to the man. "A terrifying object sure to confuse any unwelcome forces, as you can plainly see. How about that exchange?"

The man puts a hand to his mask, but he hesitates to take it off.

"Oh, I don't know. My family and I worked on these together, you see—"

"As did they."

Michael motions at Baby, drawing attention to the little seal who's now sporting a dusting of yellow butterfly scales on his upper lip. He figures Baby can be counted to to something cute, even if that's just standing there and looking up with his big wet eyes. Who among the locals would dare upset a child?