[Right... Genos does recognize a panic attack as her breathing gets harsher and her body language reflects it more strongly. He slows down a bit, but keeps calmly approaching. His body is glowing a low orange, even through his shirt, keeping his body heated and unaffected by the frost.]

You can't harm me. See? You can crush this hand and I won't feel it.

[He holds out his hand, which is metal and soft black padding, like a cat paw. If she touches it, it's a little uncomfortably warm, but it shouldn't burn her. The rest of him is slowly steaming as chilled air coils in fog off of the metal.]