It truly was a cruel bit of fate, wasn't it, that Boc would be called something that just naturally had a startling quality when leaving most mouths, no matter how gently expressed. That, with his natural nervousness and tendency to feel like he shouldn't be allowed pretty much anywhere ever, he still jumped a little at Liliana's approach, eyes immediately widening and trying to find pathways for escape before he lifted his hands as if to prove they were indeed quite empty and harmless.

"Oh!" he said. "Oh...oh....no, no, I'm sorry, my apologies, I didn't mean to intrude, I didn't mean to stay, I was just passing through, promise, I was just in the area, you see, and I....I'll not trouble anyone, I'll be on my way!"

You'd think, by now, he'd have learned that parties on this island included nearly everyone, including Bocs, but he wasn't quite there yet.