[While Reid suffers a panic induced moment, Tyki's stands and rolls out his shoulder. His headache is a dull bother to him now, and he runs his fingers over the furniture whilst walking to the wardrobe. Everything is as he remembers it, far back in his memory as it was. He fishes out a white shirt before he looks back at Reid.]
If you're going to be sick, use the bath. [He chuckles again, plucking more pieces of an expensive change of clothes for himself from the closet. He supposes he'll have to deal with Reid in some way or another. He could kill him now that they were worlds away from Marina, but more specifically Kitty, or he could play this like a game of cat and mouse. It's more fun to have someone around to bug than it is to kill them.]
There ought to be a bottle of whiskey somewhere in this room as well.