"I--" Stars, there can't be a man alive more frustrating than him. Without even thinking about it, she tugs her hand away from his, the metal fingers curling inwards. "You were holding it, not the other way around. And obviously I was worried. You'd have to be a monster to not care about someone hurtling towards Earth."

But she settles down again at that comment. Maybe he thinks he's hiding his worry, but she can read it on him. A beat passes, before she gives a heavy sigh, and reaches out to take his hand again. With her human one, this time. "We know it's reversible. We'll get it taken care of, and you'll be back to your usual obnoxious self. As opposed to your blind obnoxious self."