[ Riley probably means to reassure him that she's tough enough to handle it. But, Steve stares back at her silhouetted face with so much sympathy, her words bringing all of the bad memories this apartment's already accumulated into focus.

That malformed monster shut inside of here, shouting tirelessly. ]

Not one of ours... [ His head attempts a shake that would be a lot more listless without her hand there to support it. ] Somebody dropped off a stray that looked sick. I found out why the hard way when I got in the van to take it to the vet.