He hears her coming - sneaking through a hallway and sneaking through the woods require different skill sets, and whoever's approaching him only has one of them. Much as he's ticked that he can't seem to find some alone time to save his life, at least he's not getting caught off guard for the third time in as many days.

He's not expecting Pidge, though. She doesn't exactly seem like the forest type. "Yeah?" His voice is quiet; he's trying to sound like everything's fine, but he's not succeeding. At all.