[For a moment or two, he's just looking at her. Startled. But the more she speaks, the more his expression relaxes. The more his shoulders start to sag in relief. He lets the death grip on his wrist go, opting to push his hand through his hair instead.]

Okay.

[A short, sharp nod, before he meets her eye.] It's fine, I was... I was just worried it was something else.

Some kind of failsafe they put in. In case I tried to do this. [But hey, there's no blame, or judgment here. Not for her, anyway.] I'm sorry too. The last time it did something on its own wasn't exactly a great memory.