[Even though this must be a thousand times more terrifying for her, he's not entirely unfazed either and getting some space to breathe and think sounds like the best idea ever.
He cracks a window open, breathing in the familiar scent of DC at 3 am. If this is fake or a delusion or projection or just plain not real then it's the best not-real thing he's ever been in contact with. For a moment he contemplates turning on the news, but decides against it. It won't add anything to the equation.
Closing the window he moves back to check on Kitty, lingering in the doorway.]