[Wow, bossy. (No, that's fair.) But give him a few seconds to get a grip on himself. With the pervasive stormy static in the air and the sudden disorienting kick back into the Transistor, there's a drag on his reactions. Like trying to move underwater. (Y'know. Metaphorically.)
Still, just a second or so after Allura starts making demands—]
Hi. Just me, sorry.
[Mildly sheepish, carefully casual, despite the drawn weapon she's holding. Like it'll help unruffle her feathers and ease back her alarm. But if he could wince, he would, as he comes back up to speed. Doesn't it just figure.]
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Still, just a second or so after Allura starts making demands—]
Hi. Just me, sorry.
[Mildly sheepish, carefully casual, despite the drawn weapon she's holding. Like it'll help unruffle her feathers and ease back her alarm. But if he could wince, he would, as he comes back up to speed. Doesn't it just figure.]
Talk about your terrible timing.