Justin shuffled a little uncomfortably in his chair, he really put himself in it. Skye was now practically as red as her uniform, then rather awkwardly she assumed a seated fetal position as if bracing for impact inside a passenger shuttle. Justin was very confused, but it appeared that he needed to be more delicate in his handling of her feelings, something that he was usually terrible at. Slowly he turned to face Skye as he became actually worried, there was a long silence before justin got up from his chair and moved around to Skye. Putting a hand on her back and shoulder, "Junior con-" he began before shaking his head and restarting " ... Skye?" Justin asked tripping over himself makig his words less cold. "Are you alright? do you feel okay?" he asked quietly as he crouched down so they were the same height, rubbing her back in a soothing manner.