The Alaskan sat there, listening to Chuck, he was going to apologize again, but felt that would only exacerbate things, so instead he just rubbed a hand over his own right bicep as a sort of nervous tick, not really sure what to say.

He stopped when Chuck started asking him questions. "Hm? Oh. Uh.." he considered all of the above, "...mm, just, feel like resting, though, I guess I am a little thirsty." he got to his feet, looking for wherever a drink might be.