Though he doesn't quite understand why Cress is so distraught, all the shouting and wailing and carrying on makes him nervous, and the panels come to a halt.

"Hold on, hold on, there's no need to get hysterical. I'm just taking the body off to the incinerator, that's all. It's just company protocol. That glass isn't going to break, it's bulletproof. Lucky for you, really."

Because that's comforting.