[Admittedly, he jumps, when she grabs his hand. But his fingers curl around hers, regardless. Automatically. If she's looking for support, who is he to tell her no? Or turn her down? If it helps at all, he'll do it.]
[His metal hand stays... well. As under her control as she'll let it. Or want it. He isn't trying to move it, in other words.]
Easy. Take it easy -- it's okay.
[After a moment, he adds, quietly, and steadily, just in case:]
You're in my house. In the kitchen. There's water if you need it.
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[His metal hand stays... well. As under her control as she'll let it. Or want it. He isn't trying to move it, in other words.]
Easy. Take it easy -- it's okay.
[After a moment, he adds, quietly, and steadily, just in case:]
You're in my house. In the kitchen. There's water if you need it.