A little bit of exhaust plumes out of Orion's tubes as he balances himself, already feeling uncomfortable with the way he greeted her. It wasn't any sort of personal reaction, this time, he's fairly certain. It's more that he is just a total mess at the moment no matter how you look at it.

"It is fine," he says, his engine winding down. He's trying to sound formal and polite, but there is a strain to his tone. "I meant no ill will, I just...have been in a reasonably poor state. Which I am sure does not surprise you."