…Masozi has already picked up the impression that New York is rich and important and powerful. He doesn’t know which student is Orion Lake but he also suspects he would rather come to their attention once he’s less ignorant and will make a better first impression. Or maybe he would rather just…not. It’s, after all, not always good to be noticed by wealthy powerful people.

“I don’t know him yet,” he says politely. “Maybe you can go tell him or one of his friends, and I’ll just - watch it and try to hold it off if it comes out of there?”

"Sure, okay." 

She makes her way over to where the New Yorker kids are hanging out, and calls, "hey, is it true that Orion Lake is a brilliant mal-hunter who goes after ones who aren't going after him? Because this guy I was talking to found an insubstantial one."

This will either make or burn a lot of social capital and she's crossing her fingers hard that it's the first one.

"- hm? You see something?" Orion asks, trotting out of the woodwork while some other New Yorkers make various affectionate or exasperated faces.

"I was talking to this guy and he spotted it. It's this sort of shimmery vapor." She gestures in Masozi's direction and starts trotting that way. 

Orion follows. "Where'd it go?" he asks.

"It's right...here. Masozi, I brought Orion Lake!"

“Pleased to meet you,” Masozi says on rote, and points to the shimmer that is still - thanks to some sneaky but not-insignificant mana expenditure on his part - just on the other side of the ventilation grate. “I don’t know what that kind is. Can you kill it?” If Orion says yes and seems confident he’ll stop trying to convince it to hesitate.

"I don't think I've seen one of those before. I can try setting it on fire." He doesn't wait for an answer before he runs up to the grate and tries setting it on fire with a quick French spell.

Wow! Masozi really wants to know a spell like that! 

He can’t feel the mal anymore, so either Orion Lake got it, or it ran away, and in any case there’s nothing more to do now. 

“I think it’s gone,” he confirms after a moment of watching the grate. “Thank you. I think I should go look at those blueprints now.”

He nods and smiles to Orion, and also to Lucy, and then does his eyeball-sweep of the floor from here to the nearest posted blueprints before he heads that way.