Slowly, he lowers his hands, and nods. If he said he wasn't jealous that she could actually form words -- from what he's been told by Tony and the others, he really doesn't -- rather than just grunting or bellowing, he'd be lying, but he takes it as a good sign, at least.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's me." Pausing, he wets his lips with his tongue a little. "It's okay. You're safe."