[Yeah, none of that was ominous in the slightest, of course not. Lance backs up several steps on reflex, not needing anywhere near his level of talent in reading people to tell that he's in danger, but as much as he wants to take the head start he still can't. Even an artificial level of paranoia can't override the need to try to help, which is almost always the most important thing to him; what if something happens to Michael because he's afraid and leaves?

But he's also not stupid, and not interested in taking unnecessary risks, so he puts a little more distance between them as he backs up another few feet. But he tries again, voice soft, although his posture is tense and he's ready--even if he doesn't want to be--to draw his gun.]

It's okay. You don't have to believe me, because I'm just going to leave and prove it. Are you going to be alright if I do that?

[He's not just going to keel over the moment Lance leaves, is he?]