She's still sort of angry, but she can see it for what it is. It's not really anger, it's fear. Fear of losing him. He was trying to do the right thing to the best of his ability, and she can't really yell at him about that. Not when she herself walked into a swarm of mind-controlled people armed with nothing but a pair of headphones, just to give Jessica an opening.

Besides, he's clearly had a rough enough time without her adding to it. She doesn't want to fight right now, she just wants to be with him.

"I'm in better shape than you are. Does it hurt?"