"Hm. Good." Her grin turns a little watery at the delicately attempted comfort, and she reaches around to rest a palm on a giant joint. It's always been so amazing how gentle they can be.

"...At least you're looking the part of a nondescript hunk of junk right now. Blue and red flames aren't exactly subtle," she teased with a wink, determined to break the mood. She was not going to cry in front of him again.