Those words are like a cold bucket of water, drowning him in his helmet. Part of him should have realized that this was a possibility - wasn't like this was a new thing to him or anything, but he still hoped it wouldn't be the case.

Thus, his arm dropped immediately and he took a step back to give the other some space. The previous, friendly demeanor all but morphing into a strict-to-business, military form. Though there are subtle signs of disappointment, if Jorge was paying enough attention.

"Ah. No, sir. Apologizes for that. Guess I was a little overexcited at seeing a spartan here."