[There's the temptation to snap back, to snarl and rail off against Kirk. Had it been a few years ago, he probably would have. No. He probably would have taken a swing at Kirk and then railed off at him.

But Fenris is trying to be a better person these days. He trying to be in control of his anger, instead of letting it control him. For a second, his hand twitches, almost a fist, but he holds it back. Breathe. Don't. Think. ]

Then why not sit down to her? Talk to her about it? Why did it have to start with ejecting her from the ship?

Look. I understand that she is...exceptionally difficult. Respect is very much earned with her. But surely speaking with her should have been the first action? She's difficult but she's not completely unreasonable. She was worried about me, given the attack and all. She- had good reason to be.

[He remembers how she reacted when she first saw him, when she arrived. That...was not good news for him to hear from her. It mean that in not one, but two worlds he had been killed at the hands of someone he trusted. It wasn't comforting.

He glances over at Kirk, and some of the anger twisted up inside him fades away. The scowl vanishes. The elf glances down at the floor, brow furrowing. ]

...For that, I apologise. I was...angry. I did not handle the situation well.