[ She breathes a sigh of relief the moment she spots his shoulders loosening; as he breathes a little easier and pulls himself back together. She can see that he's still wound tight but he wasn't gonna collapse in on himself. ]

It is what it is. [ A shrug as she leans in to whisper. ] I am pretty fucking good at it, though. [ And then away again. She reaches to grab his arm, a guiding movement, to help hoist him to his feet. ] You like hot pockets, right? I figure that's good nerd-brain food. [ It might also be what she already had made. ]