Gorgug's gaze flickers onto her, at least, when she speaks, his mouth twisting and his sight going right back down with embarrassment at her words. Shame, too, if not for what they're here for today. His group did good. He did his best as well--he didn't want to let them down.

But his sight does lower to the bag she's brought between them, the boy scout patch recognisable as the mascot they'd been made to design. His gaze widens a little, but then he blinks with something like embarrassment (and maybe fondness, too....a little). He reaches to take the backpack, but Gorgug doesn't take it from her, immediately.

Instead, while forcing himself to look at her, he says, "...I'm sorry for the things I said. I didn't... I was trying to upset you. It wanted me to."

It's what the Im'mari wanted. Infected again, or broken. Even if there were things he said that he knows came from a part of him, too.