For his part, Illya seems to be very focused on his task. If he lets his attention slip for even a moment... Well. She won't be the only one very embarrassed. As his fingers make contact with skin due to the ripped tights, he only mutters one word.

"Sorry."

Whether for the touch or for how cold his hands are. Or, at least, how cold he's been told his hands are.

From there, he works in silence for a few long moments, working on detangling the wrapped wire while causing her as little pain as possible. Her question needs answering, though.

"Not officially. I saw him trailing you, and he did not seem like law enforcement. So, I decided to intervene."