[A'oran doesn't particularly care if they're angry, as long as the little vicious things leave him alone, but he tries to calm down, shaking them from his hair and out of the hideous orange jumpsuit he's wearing. He keeps stepping away, maintaining a steady pace that wasn't too fast but wasn't exactly slow either. Thankfully the bees seem to have turned back, no longer following him.
He looks towards the man who had been speaking to him, but manages not to release the retort about how "useful" that information is when one is already under attack. A'oran doesn't know him or what he's capable of. He needs more information.]
Perhaps they've tired of tormenting the newcomer to their world.