They freeze in place, not knowing how else to react, and their eyes are wide. Neos doesn't show this level of emotion. Like, ever, in all the time they've known her. This must be serious.

"Hey, hey, hey, no, hey. It's okay. I—I wasn't going to go alone," they lie. "Talk to me. Use your words." They don't like that they're talking similarly to how Zenith did right now. It's subconscious; it would have to be. "It's safe here."