[Skulduggery doesn't sprint for just any old occasion, but obviously, this is special. So he sprints down the hall with his lei carefully around his neck, under the collar of his shirt and pinched up a little uncomfortably around his collarbone. Whatever, it's a short walk and he's in the room before it starts to be a problem.]

Congratulations, gratitude, and possibly drinks are in your future, Palamedes. [He takes off his own lei and holds it up for Pal's inspection and/or confiscation.] Possibly something more bandage-adjacent than a handkerchief, too. You're alright? [Juuuust in case Pal just did something reckless or stupid in his pursuit of information.]