"It's not your fault," Ice replied. She assumed as much, at any rate; people with conditions like that couldn't help it, right? Phobias had no rhyme or reason, and this was a situation that might induce panic in people. She obviously knew nothing about the other woman so she wouldn't assume it had anything to do with a lack of control, but that element was what spiked Ice's rage. Granted, she had no control in the house, either, but the illusion was there if she chose to accept it.
"I didn't find anything," she reported before she pulled herself up onto the bed she'd vacated not so long ago. "Is there anything I can do to make it ... less?" Better was probably not applicable in this situation but if there was something Ice could do to mitigate the situation, she'd at least try.