Ghostface's mask didn't betray the panic its wearing was feeling beneath. Against all odds, they'd never been spotted in public by anyone who wasn't one of their planned victims, and with no knife they had to make a quick judgement call with the mess of information that had just been dumped on them.

This guy wasn't a high schooler or some middle aged geezer. He wouldn't be easy to take down even if Ghostface had time to plan.

But they have the sense at least not to give themselves away by talking. The mask seemed to give Tony a pointed once over, and then a look around as if to say the both of them weren't really dressed right for this occasion, spreading their palms.