Lorne shoves down the instinct to shrug, which would hurt quite a lot right now. Shakes his head instead. He's never been one to fidget but the need to remain so still requires a lot of conscious energy. "I was doing my job," he replies, ostensibly in reference to Tuo, though this could and does apply equally to accepting his punishment. Watching the village starve-- no. Never. It was hardly a choice.

He turns his head towards the door at the knock, frowning faintly. Lorne weighs the various complications of a Shepherd answering the door without knowing who is beyond it against the effort of getting up. "Would you mind…?"