He isn't recoiling in fear... he's holding her hands and smiling. He isn't begging her to tell him what's going on, what the hell she is, he's telling her that what just happened to him isn't all that weird. And she's standing there feeling like she almost crashed her car and caught the brake just in time.

He's so casual and she feels like she might cry. And she kind of does, she lets out a sound that's half laughter and half a sob. She pulls one of her hands from his to hold her face, to cover her eyes, shoulders shaking a little with how overwhelmed she feels.