Men will be men. Kaylee knows to leave well enough alone, because otherwise the questioning will just turn back on her. She really doesn't need another person worrying over her, even if she is worrying over him.

"She gets a bit bumpy, is all." She's already got her own lap belt on, and glances back at him, mouth open to continue, but the nearby explosion rocks the tank enough that she doesn't bother. Instead, she turns back to the controls, eager to leave before another hits even closer, before it hits them.

The tank certainly isn't the smoothest thing in the world, but it's sturdy, and decently quick thanks to a few wiring and tubing tricks.