He doesn't take it personally and waits until Argos is apparently satisfied with the current threat assessment. Aegis himself clearly isn't very worried about it. Wouldn't be the first time he's taken a surprise hit from some little straggler who got lucky hiding behind a piece of rock. He takes a certain assurance in knowing that anything big enough to really put him in danger generally made enough of a spectacle that it would be hard to miss. The larger they were, the most chest pounding there seemed to be. Some kind of universal constant, he assumes.

He returns the hand shake as good as he gets. "Dropped in a few hours ago. Never seems like long enough, though. We've got Guardians up here now, trying to scrape this place clean, and you turn your back for a second and the filth just oozes back up through the cracks."