A small note in the back of his head: relief, that Seoraj isn't part of whatever hive mind controlling the party-goers. Bruce doesn't respond verbally, but the light touch on Seoraj's arm briefly turns into a pinch, effectively conveying the message of 'Shut up you ass, I came to help you', which even if he wasn't attempting to hide, he'd never say out loud anyway. That Seoraj is capable of sass mitigates hearing the sound of struggle and pain in his muffled voice. He'll be all right.

Once they get out, and he gets that thing off his face.

But he's been still for too long, and that teasing remark gave too much away - already the crowd is stalling, beginning to press closer, the nearest hands reaching out to grab and push. Bruce disengages at once and seems to vanish from Seoraj's side and things get tense for a bit, an uneasy crowd itching for revolt.

Suddenly, a soft-fabric and red-covered figured is shoved up against Seoraj's front, but seems to have - three arms? No - it's Bruce, one hand over the mouth of a party-goer, using the other to pin him to Seoraj. They look like they're dancing, though absurdly, and Bruce pushes them back, back, out of the immediate knot of bodies, then shoves his temporary captive aside and grabs Seoraj's hand to lead him very quickly towards the door.