Flynn blinks and draws his hand back, bristling. "Wow. I mean, I guess that's fair? But still. Another person here."

Honestly, he still doesn't understand why he was chosen and part of him still thinks it might have been an accident. A mistake. Or, even worse, they really were trying to pull a prank on their co-worker and used Flynn for a little fun at his expense. The thought stings, as does Peter's reaction but it's nothing compared to the sudden fear that maybe, he really has to leave this place. Will never get to work here and never get to see it again. Please, not that. Anything but that!

"Is... is there a problem?"

At the sound of the new voice Flynn turns and his face brightens when he sees Judson approaching between the shelves. He likes the man already and his soft-spoken serene mannerisms, the way he seems to radiate wisdom and warmth. He likes the way Judson looks at him.

"I'm very sorry, I'm afraid I got lost looking around..." Flynn rubs the back of his neck with an apologetic smile.

Judson returns the smile, then his eyes wander on to Quill. "Ah, Peter. It's good you're here. I see you've met Flynn, that, that's very good."