It hasn't been that long since he was forced to say goodbye to this man. As Vax's thumb sweeps beneath his eye, Percy closes them for a moment.

"I feel like shit," he admits quietly. "Swallowing half an ocean of seawater will do that. Never mind waking up on a strange beach among strange people who know your name."

Well, person. Percy opens his eyes again, studying Vax's face. It really is him. It must be. There are things here some imposter wouldn't think to copy... right? He takes a breath to steady himself.

"Never mind seeing a particularly intimate moment on display," he snaps at the automatons, who really do not care how angry he is, or how threatening.