Gyre watches her tense up, sympathy welling up inside him. He wants to comfort her, and he's already trying to come up with something to say before she's even spoken. His mouth parts to answer and--

She slumps like that. He blinks in surprise, and lets out a startled snort of amusement, smirking faintly at her.

"Yes," he affirms, "He'll be dealt with soon though." He reaches out to grip her shoulder reassuringly, giving her a slight shake if she lets him. "I'll talk to Eleven. Maybe we can bring them to dinner tonight."