Wings flatten in a far more natural gesture, insomuch as one unconsciously trying to shrink their visage. Certain aspects of Vector have never changed, and they include his reaction to such a tone coming from one he considers a true equal.

He doesn't try to make an excuse. Instead, he lets his hands fall to his side, cycling his systems before speaking.

"I have been...lax...in certain obligations, while burying myself in others."

Red optics come to land on the hammer, then move back towards Solus' face in wariness.