His smile was instantly washed off his face, instead being replaced by a downcast look of surprise, his eyes darting to the sides and really focusing on a piece of furniture. Anything to not meet their eyes as Baron listed off the damage report, and Kenya’s loud mutterings even made him wince slightly. He then learned to remain quiet, hanging by the outskirts of the small group. What else to do but to either remain quiet, or sulk away?

But why though? If he was going to be a part of this team, he didn’t need to treat them all like strangers. He messed up, it was normal, he could apologise now and lessen the impact, or remain quiet and build up a reputation as an outcast. 

He stood straight up, fueled by his sudden bravado as he continued, “I’m sorry for my poor choice of words, what I meant to say was that we had a successful mission,” no glares of contempt yet, doing good so far, he thought before continuing, “There were some complications along the way, but I’m glad we managed to work through them and stick together. So, why not celebrate a little?”

He held his breath for a moment, he didn’t exactly have a way with words, but he hoped he didn’t fumble up too badly this time.