To tell the truth, Liir has been wearing the mask because he just assumed he would get the virus due to his natural pessimism.

His eyes open to a squint as he feels himself carried away. Someone is being very loud and it's not doing his head any favors.

"What is the Wizard-fucking racket about?" He quietly croaked. Just an ordinary quasi-public fainting here, no need to make a big deal about it.