He smiles and turns his hand palm-up to give hers a reassuring squeeze. Whether it's to reassure himself or Zoe...well, it's probably six of one, half dozen of the other.

"It'll be fine." With his other hand, he reaches up and gently cups her cheek. "You've got that crazy and really, really amazingly attractive strength going for you, which is more than...pretty much every other woman out there's got." A grin. "I know you'll do great. And it'll -- "

He's about to say only last for half a day, but this is not the time to be calling down jinxes on Zoe's pregnancy, so he hurriedly changes the subject.

" -- anyway, Dad's got the hover running and Mom's looking for something to time the painful bits with and I, uh..." A sheepish glance down at his bare chest. "Should probably put on a shirt before we all go charging back to the docks, huh."