The Soldier accepts gratefully, using the metal hand just in case: though the plates are shivering a little, the internal structures are sound, and so the whole limb isn't trembling. The first drag already makes it feel better.

Them. Makes them feel better. That's right, supposed to not be an "it" anymore. After a second, they agree wearily, "Yeah, we do. I'm trying, too. Apparently not so well, if things are exploding, though." Feels like a fucking idiot now, it's not like anyone else freaked out, but there's not much to be done about it. Fear isn't rational. It knows this. They know this.