He gawks at her, with a mixture of horror and confusion, and takes a small step back when she outstretches it. There's a million and one things running through his head right now--how he's going to find and kill whoever did this to her, how the hell she thought this was fine, how maybe if he'd gotten to her sooner it wouldn't have happened--but he doesn't say any of it. Not yet anyway.

He grabs her, being careful not to jostle the seam between metal and flesh too much, and pulls her in for a tight hug, hand going up to her hair to hold her against him.

"It's not fine."