Rikki knows that nearly-hysterical tone. She wants to give her a hug, but she's not sure how well she'd take it - or how sore she is, around her new arm, and she would prefer to not hurt her. She does step forward, one hand held out, to catch her opposite shoulder gently and look her in the eye. It's the same kind of calm, quiet reassurance Cap would give her when she was freaking out, and maybe she's not quite as good at it, but she can try.

"Hey. You can figure that out later, okay? One time I spent a month showering with my hands wrapped in plastic because I broke my thumbs, so I think it's a valid strategy, at least for a while. And I promise you'll feel a lot better when you're clean."