The abuse was received with an absolutely blank facial expression. It was as if there was nothing actually wrong being said, just that it was loud. When she'd finally finished and pulled out a cigarette, he spoke up. "I'm sorry." It was the first thing he chose to say, followed by a full minute of silence as he shut his terminal off and stood up to leave.
"You'd been under a lot of pressure lately and I didn't want to wake you. I'm not good with people, so there's things I clearly don't understand." There was a visible limp to the way he walked, despite how painfully hard he was trying to conceal it when taking the step down. The fight had ended poorly, but at least the ship was still in one piece, more importantly its Captain wasn't dead.
Since it would take him a fair bit of time to clear the distance to the door, he conceded as he went. "Please don't let my absence of manners ruin your meal. I've spent too much time to myself to remember certain faux pas. I'll issue you your uniform later today, and when I do I'll ring the bell like a guest. I intended for this place to be yours anyway." Once he arrived at the door frame, he held onto it so he could keep weight off his bad leg and would then let himself out if not interrupted.
