Sorry - that uh, happens. [He makes an apologetic face, tentatively reaching out to touch her but thinking better of it and just grazing his fingers over her elbow instead. Giving her space to breathe in is important so he sucks in a breath and looks around, sticking his hands in his pockets.]

I made an executive order to like, toast and get outta there. I told you I was fast, right? Sometimes it makes people sick, but it'll pass. [He was careful not to jar her around, too, on account of her injuries.]

Gave that creepy bitch the finger when getting out of there, tho.