Geordi was not paying much attention to his surroundings at that particular moment. Although he’d noticed the movement of someone nearby through his VISOR, he hadn’t paid the figure much mind, until he was actually being addressed. The sharp knock made him flinch, and he almost fumbled the datapad that was held loosely in his hand as he straightened, to actually look at the person standing close to him.

“Sorry, did I bother you?” It was the first reason he could think of that anyone might have to approach him. Reading an expression could be difficult under the layers of information his prosthetic vision afforded him, but that was no reason to start things off on the wrong foot here.