He had the decency to look somewhat abashed at that, even if he remained primarily dismayed more than anything else. Propriety dictated even if his own perceptions were selfish that he observe a certain courtesy. Even to the man who snatched his life away.
"And...where is here? She--" Oh, his language was slipping. He quickly corrected himself. "The--the ship is always somewhere. Can I not simply...leave? Remain on Earth or--or wherever we are until you've repaired the damage?"