Max nods as the master of the Asylum joins them, his eyes lingering for just a moment on Lazarus's.... Face? Mask? Max couldn't tell, it seemed as if the flesh had risen up to cover from the bridge of the nose down to the chin, and around to each ear. Though the man didn't set off the usual spark of anger or fear that came with the meeting of a new Kindred, his appearance left no doubt the dear Doctor was a Nosferatu.
Thankfully Konstantin speaks up, giving Max cause to turn away from the alien visage of Lazarus. I'd like to stay as well. I might not know much about the Lost Nights,but I would like a chance to learn. And to get a better look at the debris we recovered... He turns to the Doctor, bowing his head slightly. If I'm allowed, of course.