His hands curl into fists in his pockets. He wants to reach out and touch. He wants to... He forces his back against the window behind him, barely managing to not thunk his head backwards in defeat.

It helps when the guards ease back. His eyes immediately find Miss Frost. He knows what she's capable of and what she's probably done. He appreciates it... to a point. He knows how dangerous he is, and doesn't need to be reminded of it.

"A starship? Who is it? Shi'ar? Skrulls?" Who else is there? He's not even sure any more.