Whoa— hey. [ Quiet, an instinctive response to the frantic edge to that explanation. When he puts his hand on her shoulder as a gesture of comfort, it's a bit stiff and awkward. He's still shaken enough to be off-balance, himself; the update isn't doing much to improve on it. ]

He's better at this than we are, yeah? He'll be fine. And we'll— [ There's a quick glance towards the door, uncertain. ] We'll find him. And everyone else.

[ When he pauses this time, it's to rally his own conviction. ] We've been through worse.