He tenses as she bristles. How did he offend with just- Oh, that. Faro nods vigorously at I'm efficient, shakes his head at you can check the shears, and goes back to nodding at shite for equipment. His mouth opens and near-closes a few times as he tries to format a response that isn't stuttering, sputtering apologies and fumbling explanation.

He's just about worked out how to say he appreciates efficiency and meant no offense without tripping on the repeating ff-sounds when she gives him that look. It's intimidating enough that he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, an embarrassingly earnest, "I'm glad you're here."