Lantar watches the hand flapping, expression flat and exuding general unimpressedness. He's literally had this talk just about every day since his 'accident', and the start of the month up-tick in these encounters wasn't helping his outlook on things improve.

For whatever fucking reason, he woke up knowing what the hell humans were but they sure as hell didn't fucking know him.

Still, he can't... really hold it against them. Not here, anyways.

Expression easing into something resembling only mild discontentment, he drags in a slow breath.

"Lantar," he offers by way of accepting the apology. He doesn't take the hand though: that'd give Sam the mistaken impression that he was friendly and that was absolutely NOT what he wanted.

"You just get out of the hospital?"