He noticed how pissed she looked, took note of it. But, honestly, it didn't matter to him. She didn't have her life stolen away from her, not as far as he knew. His eyes danced down to the blade she had stabbed into his other's shoulder, feeling its energy.
"Cool name. Awesome. As much as I want to pummel his face into the ground, he has others he needs to answer to before I do so." There was a twinge of anger in his face as well as his tone when he spoke. His hand came up to her, a white light coming from it. His father could do much better, but he'd least be able to heal her body, robotic or not. "I'm sorry this happened." He spoke as he stepped away, keeping eye contact for a moment before turning away.
"Yeah, I did. But, seeing as I didn't have it on me, it was kind of hard to get the message out completely. I don't exactly have a soapbox, Annie." He matched her anger with his own, but if she looked in that instance she'd noticed it wasn't toward her, but himself. His fingers twitched, and every bit of glass and liquid began to slowly reform to how they were before his other showed up. As this happened he made his way to one of the stools. "It's been a long couple of months.. How." He paused for a moment. "How have you been during all this? Did you get taken too?" He didn't remember seeing her in the Seam, but then again he wasn't sure, a lot of it was a haze.