"Sorry." He sounds as genuine as he can, because...well, he is. He's unsure why he's so worked up when he doesn't really know her well, either. Especially since he could give two shits on a stick for other killjoys that weren't him or his team. Granted most of them tried to take supplies, but... well.

He's staring at his own hand, looking sullen for a moment, gaze unreadable before he looks up, that same passion in his eyes.

"If it makes you feel any better, not being able to do stuff, I haven't really..either. Well yeah, but first for..uuh.. with a robot." Yeah, because that makes a lick of sense.