[He sits up, hands on his knees, letting the accoutrements remain on display for her consideration, though he notes some tension draining from her.]

Mad? No. You sound afraid.

[Like someone desperate to return to where she came from. His brows pinch a little, glancing aside.]

And I want to assuage those fears. I simply require you to trust me enough to hand me the tools needed to do so. But first… if you like, we can take this moment to relax before you decide on what you wish to do next.

[He’ll smoke this with her if that’s what she wants. Maybe that’d make her more comfortable — maybe less. He isn’t entirely sure.]