"I mean, uh." If his feet were physical manifestations, Daniel gets the faint impression that he'd be shuffling them, though foot-shuffling hasn't generally been his precedent. Or maybe it has. It's difficult to tell in this state. "I'm still - getting the hang of this, more or less. Communication was a priority, to you especially, it's just that, um."

He trails loosely off and loses focus of the room for a bit, lost in its composition and structure before he pulls himself back.

"It was - kind of an accident," he says, with a creeping return of that distinctly apologetic note. "Manifesting here, I mean. I didn't mean to startle you or, or anything."