Van & Gil
Van's eyebrows shot up when the elf wavered. That wasn't like him. Gil was usually quick and merciless in his words. It was one of the traits Van liked about him. One of many. Van snickered and shrugged. "Caitlin doesn't need worrying about. She's cool like that. And I can take my mask off whenever the fuck I feel like it. Anti-establishment, remember?"
To emphasize his point, he tossed his grinning mask into the nearest garbage bin. "See? easy as that. Why don't you try it? Or are you scared to go against the rules?"