"Better than what?" she prompts gently, the wheels in her own head turning after he mentions the boys twice, pausing each time.

Her eyes are cautiously searching him out, but she isn't sure whether she should say anything or not.

"I'm sure he's okay," she finds herself murmuring, much to her own surprise. She elaborates:

"Billy, I mean. Chavez, too. And... Dave, and Henry."

It might only sound like empty reassurance, but she has to at least try, as someone who wants to look out for him, too.