[Dirk sees the look on her face and it hits him that he has to do something, so he grabs her hands in his again, both of them, and he gives them a squeeze.]

Hey. Hey, it's okay. We're gonna work it out. Okay, Roxy? You and me, and Dave and your Seer of a mom. [A second squeeze, like the pulse of a heart.] We've got everything we need to work this out.