"I'm sure. I don't hear anything." he told her, "Just you and me and a baby crying a few aisles over. It's in your head, it's making you hear things that aren't there."
He rest his hands on her shoulders gently, hoping it was more grounding than adding to her fear. "So you're Robin then. I work with your friend Steve. He seems pretty impressed with you." he told her, "This thing. I'm not...I don't know everything about it, but I know it thrives on fear. The more afraid you are, the more ammo it has against you. The stronger it is."
He hoped the distraction would work, it was really all he had. Other than maybe picking her up and dragging both of them back to the station, but that wasn't particularly ideal. He wasn't as young or as strong as he used to be. But as he thought about what she'd been saying, he wondered, "It knows something about you, something you're afraid of, so...is it something you can tell me? If I swear I won't say anything to anyone else? Maybe if you say it out loud it won't be so scary."