Kyle was completely oblivious to her being wound tight, possible guilt over having hurt him or concern over the situation in general, as was usual. The world was, by and large, a game to him, and if one got scraped up a bit in the name of fun, then so be it. Storm certainly had her work cut out for her with this one.
"Eh..." He rumbled lowly in a non-committal away, shoulders rolling as a hint of a sneer tugged at his lips. "I b'haved. 'E's still creepy." There was a very real, very strong part of him that wanted to rip the man's head off. Why it was there, Kyle had no idea, but the very thought of the man put his fur on end. He shook his head in an attempt to try and put his fur right again.
He stuffed his big hands into his pockets and began to follow Storm as she walked, if she wanted him gone she'd tell him to get lost, she knew him well enough for that. His melted mask and discarded shirt were entirely forgotten behind him, Gibney had a real problem with losing things in that way. It was a nice night, at least, and Gibs still had the hints of adrenaline in his veins which made the evening all the better.