Gor looked at the pad, then he glanced towards her face. It was a skittish glance, brief, and he never made eye contact with her. Now she was just trying to be nice. Gor knew the type. It was the type of nice that girls at school were to him -- the ones who weren't the bullying types, anyway.
Still, it was a relief that she had stopped yelling, and he nodded awkwardly. If she said it was okay, then he should just take the opportunity to go. "S-still," he stammered in a much more coherent sense. It was obvious that he was beginning to calm down, that the panic he had been in a moment ago had begun to fade. "S-sorry."