[He can tell she's already starting to calm herself and let go of her anxieties. Tartaglia smiles warmly, letting his own mind wander over to images of the two of them snuggling safely on his couch, wrapped up in blankets while they take a nice, soothing nap for the rest of the day. He wishes he was already there now, but waiting is all they can do- so he'll make the best of that, resting here with her until they're finally allowed to leave.]

You weren't a pain. I know you wouldn't of been concerned had you been...a little more prepared for it, let's say. I just hope you can trust me a little more if things turn out a little more risque, like this was, if you will.

[It doesn't go unnoticed by him the irony of him asking her to trust him. But as far as the reason why she was mad...that's something he feels he can at least ask that for.]