Daniel hums in concerned sympathy, expression distant and uncertain. "I'm sorry."

He struggles momentarily to put together the appropriate wording for what he means to say next, unsure if it could be construed as offensive. He doesn't have a lot of choice in pushing forward, so he does.

"Not to say everyone reacts that way," he continues, making an effort to lighten his tone. "Quite a few of my closest friends were non-terrestrials, er, aliens. Some weren't even on this plane, so." He shrugs and lifts his eyebrows in what he hopes communicates a hesitant optimism. "If there's ever anything you need in the waking world, it wouldn't be out of my way."