[ Anxiety is a strange beast. It can close you off and open you up in the strangest combinations. She waits, hands resting gently on his shoulders as she watches him like a hawk. It's strange to see this look on him, the confusion of it. Tony is the most aware person she knows, always sure of himself. Him not knowing what to do or what's going on is off, it's wrong in all kinds of ways that she hates. ]

Nothing's broken. I don't see any blood anywhere. Physically everything's fine, you don't need to worry about that. [ And with a glance downwards for a moment. ] If anything was wrong with the reactor JARVIS would have said so by now. [ JARVIS provides his assent, and her gaze drifts back to his eyes, still watching, searching for any visible signs. ]

We can sit. [ She tugs another chair up so she can sit down, one leg pressed against his. ] Everything's going to be fine.