Kimberly hadn't ever really seen Jason in what she thought might be his patrol mode before that moment. He was shorter with her than normal...and he wouldn't look at her. Closing her eyes in a slow blink and holding back tears she didn't want him to see, Kimberly took a deep, shaky breath, letting it out slowly. She was slightly more relieved to know someone was going after Lois, too. "Okay," she said quietly. "I'm trying, Jason, I swear I am," she added when he told her to hold still. It was easier said than done, she thought, when she couldn't stop shaking.
She watched as Jason examined the device she was wearing and hoped he knew what he was doing when he said that he was going to disarm it. Kimberly knew very little about bombs, but she knew enough from the movies that one wrong move or one incorrect wire snip meant the worst kind of fireworks and she'd be taking Jason with her. When Jason looked up at her, Kimberly's breath caught at his words, partially because she was frustrated that he thought she would make sudden movements and partially because his words were far from comforting.
"...and you," she pointed out in a strained voice, her throat throbbing against the lump in it. "I know, I know, I understand," she added breathlessly, nodding almost imperceptibly, to let him know that she'd heard all of what he'd said and not just the part that she couldn't help focusing upon. Kimberly took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to relax as much as one could in such a situation. She wanted to apologize again, for letting this happen; for putting Jason in this sort of position. The only reason she didn't, though, was because she didn't want to distract him when he'd made it pretty clear in his tone that he needed to be able to focus.
The most comforting thought she could come up with after his assessment was far from comforting at all. At least if I explode, I won't feel it; it'll be fast. Not like the wood chipper. At least there's that, if nothing else. Kimberly squeezed her eyes shut and, without even realizing it, had started holding her breath out of nerves...praying to any God anywhere that she wouldn't have to move. If, she thought in horror, she did so much as sneeze, they were both goners. Not the most constructive line of thought, but there it was, anyway.
Kimberly opened her mouth to thank Jason for coming; for caring enough to put himself on the line to help her, but she closed it again, deciding that not talking to him at all while he worked was probably the safest bet. If — no, when, she reminded herself — he got the thing off, there'd be plenty of time to thank him after.