[He's going through a series of nervous ticks. A hand goes through his hair; he tugs at one of his sleeves a bit; he shoves his hands in his pockets and stares down at the shoes before typing into the PDA. His typing is a little frantic though. He doesn't know what he's done wrong this time. He was trying to keep conversation light, but apparently it didn't work.]

did
...
did i fuck up somewhere???
i mean
ive done a shitton of shitty things
yeah
would reintroducing myself fix it???
we can pretend i can talk
if thats the problem
uhm
...
are you mad???
because i couldnt save you??????