"Yeah, of course." He slows as soon as she says it, glancing around - there's a raised bit of bulkhead offset from the wall that might work as a seat, so he gently tugs her hand and moves over to sit down on it, gesturing for her to join him.

He should have called Amos, or Naomi, or one of the others - asked them to get some food from the mess hall, and holed up with Bobbie in the shared room that they'd all commandeered. But it was too late for that, now, and he was pretty sure that calling for one of them at this point would make it sound like he didn't think she would make it there.

So he just sat, and squeezed her hand.