Oh. Oh, no. Maelle knows that energy, that teeter near the edge of something worse. Except it's usually her struggling to find the air in the room. She frowns, lifting a hand as if to reach out, but doesn't touch.

"Hey. You're okay," she says, thinking of the ways Gustave or Emma would calm her. "We don't know much of anything just yet. That's the first thing, yeah? Figuring out what's the truth."