[ he'd be more concerned that he'd really offended her if she hadn't gone and sat down next to him anyway... still, he feels kind of badly. A little. With a thin sigh, he closes the thick book, letting one short finger keep his place while he scratches his head awkwardly with his other hand. ]

That's not it, I just... I thought there was an emergency! You don't have to shout so loudly. I'll hear you. [ lame not-apology that's not entirely wrong? check. his favorite kind. Yet Finn finds himself still feeling vaguely guilty - does he really want to start this off with a petty grievance? - and so, with an uncertain flick of one ear, he sets the book down next to himself, glancing over at her. ] ... I... Uh, it's good to see you again.

[ ... should he hug her... is that what people do?? he's not good at having friends. ]