he rubbed his face. "I apologize. I got... distracted by the very odd world, and then lost track of time."
He unpacked food, a sweater for her, and then brought in a very large box that he grinned at her over. "This, in particular, is a 'I'm Sorry' gift."
And he started in on building, at quick speed, a very high tech wheelchair, stairwalker class. Within literally minutes, while the food cooled enough to eat, he had put it together, using the tools from his belt, which allowed him to attract pieces together easier.