With a slight glance over toward where Sidon was looming over everyone even with his best attempt at a mask, Amaya huffed a faint laugh and shook her head. "I guess you're right there," she said, and so she went ahead and untied her mask to pass over to Irene. "If you wanted to have a closer look yourself," she said, and was almost immediately taking note of any spots on her skin that suddenly felt it now that they were free of their metal accessory with a few dabs of her finger as if to test their tenderness.