He's doubled over, wheezing in a very undignified fashion. On top of everything else- Ghost has felt panic, but he's never experienced anything like a biological body realizing it can't breathe. His heart's pounding, his lungs working overtime as the pounding on his back helps clear his airway. After a moment or two (that feels entirely too long) he's able to nod, his breaths slowing as he catches himself.

"Y-yes, sorry-" He can't cringe yet, at what he just did. He's not thinking of it, but at least he has a good excuse for why his face is so red. "Not... not sure what I did."

One of the others runs a scan over him, confirming he's not about to expire. Someone else calls, "I got water!" and transmats a plastic cup onto the table in front of him. Ghost looks up, and catches Blaze's eye.

The Exo's frozen a few feet away, her gaze shifting from Ghost (he's okay, he's recovering, they're helping him) to the man who's rushed to his assistance. A face they both know- one they haven't seen in years, and Ghost knows all the fears crowding his partner's head in this moment. He gives her a deliberate nod - a slow bob of his head, reassuring. He's real.

"It's all right," he says to her. Braces himself and looks back at Steve. "I'm all right- thank you."