[...Felicity, that sounds an awful lot like pestering to him (I mean, it's a completely valid question and he was just asking himself the exact same thing, but).]
Our current pace is fine, miss Smoak. If anything, I am used to far more moderate walking paces. [Noblewomen and their dainty strolls, after all... Anyway, about the time:]
We will be there within minutes. [Anything else is impossible, okay. He's confident in this.] Do you need to rest before that?