[Credence startles once he realizes someone is talking to him. He's not used to being noticed, let alone talked to like . . . he matters? He can count the number of people who've talked to him kindly on one hand, and half of them have happened upon his arrival to this place.]
No, I-I'm fine. [He's not, but saying "I'm barely corporeal" seems like a poor idea.] Sorry to, to worry you.
rip i heck me i guess
No, I-I'm fine. [He's not, but saying "I'm barely corporeal" seems like a poor idea.] Sorry to, to worry you.