First Aid vents heavily like he had stopped his fans for a moment, then pries himself away.

"Yes, of course, I'm sorry," he says, settling back in his chair and wheeling back a bit to give the two some space. He doesn't let his optics leave them though.

"I'm just excited. I missed you. I don't have much to do and I get sort of stir crazy. I'm not really used to having such a weak body, but then everything feels kind of wrong about it like this. I suppose you just feel sort of strong when you're sixty meters tall and forget how weak you are apart."

He's been... kind of addled and rambley in his recovery.