[ Well, points for honesty, even if one eyebrow raises slightly at that. (She'd attributed his overall disheveledness to an unfamiliar new environment but perhaps she should have taken a closer look.) Still, she doesn't linger long on that comment, gaze traveling back to the child in the stasis pod. ]

I'm sorry. [ Genuine. And, in case it wasn't clear, accompanied by a small gesture towards the pod: ] About him. And any of your friends and family in here. If what we're told is to believed, they'll be alright eventually.

[ Which is little comfort, she knows, but sometimes even small comfort's worth repeating. ]