Eshkol hadn't been paying much attention either, so he can't be too annoyed. Not for this particular offense, anyway. He's certain to find more about his new buddy to be annoyed by, it's just a matter of time.

He fixes an orange-eyed stare on the little guy in front of him, mostly unmoved by the collision. He reaches one hand up to straighten the scarf covering the bottom half of his face and, assured that it's as it should be, drops the hand to resume the uninterrupted flat stare.

No replies here, but he doesn't look harmed, at least.