[The shattered ice cube has Hythlodaeus peering disapprovingly over at Mohinder from the table beside him- if that had hit the man on stage, it would have hurt.]

I doubt the poor fellow has much more choice in the matter than we did. A little kindness goes a long way, you know.

[He pointedly hasn't thrown anything, though he's not about to stand up and demand the people stop, either. Drawing attention to himself in such a way seems like a terrible idea. His eyes have already begun to swirl and so he wears his mask, but even if Mohinder can't see the disappointment in his eyes he can certainly see the frown on his lips.]