He should be okay. Baymax has carried me and my whole team before. He's designed to carry up to a thousand pounds anyway. [He doesn't have any idea what Grell is thinking and he thinks nothing of the way she responds. He does scoot over though as Baymax angles his body to allow for the woman to crawl on.

There's something she's not telling him. He knows that instinctually, just based on the short conversation. There isn't enough proof though to call her on it and part of him worries about doing so anyway. What if he's wrong? What if it's not something he wants to really hear about anyway? Still, he helps to guide her onto the robot's back, gesturing to Baymax's shoulder.]

Hold on here and wrap your arm and leg here and here. We'll fly slow enough that you'll be safe. Ever flown before?

[In a way he's still very much the same. He's just asking different questions and while the responsibility isn't as blatant this time, there's very much a sense of duty riding on his shoulders, a sense of needing to protect those around him. He won't direct Baymax to move until Grell's comfortable.]