His blood runs cold the second he hears this awful man start saying his name. Not even his name. The stilted translation of his name in Common. And then run through some sort of awful word scrambler.

He visibly pales, his hands tightening into fists. He wants to steal that clipboard and snap it over his knee. He wants to punch this person until he never speaks again. He's stunned so completely, he doesn't move for a long moment even though everything in him is screaming to do something.

"Gyre. Is fine," is all he manages eventually, speaking through a completely locked jaw.