"O-oh." Forrest is by and large a very stolid, gruff man, and he moves through the world with an air of confidence. Even here, where he's lost, he still has an air about him of somebody who can defend themselves and is simply trying to will the environment around him into making more sense.

There is one very particular area in which Forrest utterly flounders though, and Harley has just hit on it. His ears and neck rapidly redden, and he suddenly seems to shrink a little and look as awkward as a teenager. "Umn. Hm. Oh. 'fit's... f'ra good cause..."