"Hey -- " As her tone raised in pitch and intensity he started to feel a familiar pang of defensive panic -- usually reserved for himself. It's the way he felt when he knew he was getting too angry to control himself, and the way Scotty tended to make him feel when he didn't leave well enough alone. He took hold of her upper arms when her fingers twisted into her hair, though. "Hey, it's okay." He didn't even know if those were the words he should have been using, but he wasn't really thinking about that.