A shameful, hideously useless impulse that's rendered pointless immediately, and they can only be grateful for the spattered red surrounding them, how that masks away the flushing in their cheeks, embarrassed and horrified and -

It matters very little, in the broader scheme of things.

Smile, and play the part. As though the near miss did not thunder in their chest, aching with the acknowledgment that it would come, inevitably. Rinzler, at least, is quick enough to ensure it does not.

For now.

"Excellent timing, sir." There is no tremor in their voice. They are, perhaps, breathing a little faster, a little more irregularly, than is typical.

That is all.