[A few months ago, he probably would have just made a snippy comment and stalked off. Maybe he would have even shot the thing out of spite. It's hard to say. But when he gets the impulse to do so, to destroy and burn bridges because fuck everyone else, he's a loner and doesn't need any of them.

But he's learned things since then. He'd been given advice and encouragement. And well, that's sort of against the spirit of this place, isn't it? That said, he's not very used with trying to solve problems with words. It takes him a moment to come up with what he's supposed to do here. Something he's not used to doing.]

... I'm sorry. Like I said, I misjudged the situation.
[A little edge to his voice, despite his attempts. He clears his throat.]

But I wouldn't have shot something that wasn't posing a threat. Whether you believe it or not.