Lazarus had been sleeping so far next to Sasha. He had been awoken by the ruckus. He sleepily looked over to see what was going on, and some of the guild were lecturing a young man. He felt wet. He looked down and a few drops of water had gotten onto his white jacket. Clearly Sasha hadn't frozen all of the water in time from her cup. Anyone from the guild would know what would happen were anyone to damage, or ruin his jacket, especially after what happened last time. 

That boy was clearly responsible. Lazarus calmly stood up and removed the jacket, exaggerating his movements. He placed his jacket onto the seat and joined the rest of the group. He stepped into the carriage, before sliding open the window. He coughed and gestured for everyone to move. He stepped in front of the boy and smiled. He lightly touched the young man's collar with both hands and suddenly grabbed hard, picking him up into the air. He walked over the window and dangled him outside. "YOU GOT MY JACKET WET. NOBODY TOUCHES MY JACKET." He boomed. His voice volume lowered a little. "It seems you should own up now. Or my grab might.... slip." He let go with one hand, and was only holding him with the other. "SO!" He boomed over the wind. "Ready to own up?" He glared at him.