[ A smile would reassure... but Pyrrha comes up woefully short, any gesture of expression dying in the barest twitch of her muscles. Ultimately, she settles for trying to gentle her tone. ]

No, don't worry. You weren't prying. I am just...

[ She doesn't have the words to explain it. ]

If you don't mind, I'd rather keep moving. Maybe we should look for the way out together.