The moment the fight had started, Fin had made a point of ducking low and staying out of sight. Fights were dangerous... Not because he was worried about being hurt, but because he was worried about being found out. He still bled, but he bled slow. He wasn't freezing, but any medic who tried to take his pulse would find him slightly chilled with an unnervingly slow pulse.

So Fin had stayed low, hoping to go unnoticed. ...Clearly, it hadn't worked.

"I'm not sure I'm the one you owe an apology to," he said quietly, his body tense and slightly cloudy gaze focused on the man.