[He hastens to correct himself and it's rather charming, flashlight sticking out of his mouth with a look of mild concern - he'd probably swallow the thing if startled and she can't quite help the crooked slant of her smile as he tries to reassure. It's fine, it's fine, it's always fine, she frequently suffers from 'bouts of self doubt and knows it. He didn't mean anything by it.

The compliments certainly help.]

Apology not necessary, there's...a lot. Going on. Sometimes it feels a little overwhelming- not...that you. Want or need to know that, I'm sorry, erm-

[It might be best to let him get to work now that he's given her a means of backing out with an excuse. Work is work is work. She flusters for another moment before nodding and clutching for the clipboard.]

The radio is on my table, just there. I should check on Trench D. I take it you'll be all right unsupervised for the next thirty minutes.

[A joke, if anything is meant by her lofted eyebrow.]