She recognizes that this is her cue to get ahold of herself. He's not upset, he's being optimistic about it all, as if the spat between him and Booth will blow right over. 'Worked up,' he says, as if these dangerous criminals he has to confront again and again are no worse than a herd of ornery cattle that he is entirely equipped to handle. Which he is - he must be, to have made it this far.

But it is absolutely not okay.

And it would be horrible of her to say as much. Though her expression is probably projecting her feelings loud and clear, regardless.

"I just…" she sinks to her knees and stares at his hands, wavering somewhere between apologetic and helplessly perplexed. "I don't--I don't understand how…?" How is any of this even happening? Who designed this system? It is a terrible system.