He rests his cheek against the top of her head. He needs her to know that she's slowly killing him with this self-destructive behavior. She's not alone and she's been acting like it.

When the communications beep, he stops her from getting it. Whoever it is can wait until tomorrow. "Come out with me." He whispers in accented Russian. "Just to the grounds. You need a chance to get out of this building." And there's no crisis that cannot wait a few hours. It's probably just Rocket with another amusing anecdote, of how he kicked some guy's ass.

Which, they can be funny, but not right now. She needs time away. It can wait.