At least Gordin has the grace to feel rather flustered over hugging the poor woman, let alone putting the fright into her and making her run off like that. He stammers out an apology at her retreating back, face screwing up to convey the sudden desire to melt into the floor.

...To be fair to her, he kind of feels like running off as well. But the bow's retrieval had been really important to him; a little emotional outburst after how crazy today's been is probably due. That probably helps him laugh the embarrassment off a little, one hand stretching out again so that their little party of two doesn't get split up.

It's rather nice, after all.

"...Ice cream? I, ah-- I haven't heard of that. But if you say that it's good, then I'll definitely give it a go! Lead the way, young Master!"