No. It's not very helpful, but Mick probably shouldn't have said anything in the first place. So he does his best to summon up a small smile for her. Some kind of reassurance that he isn't aching inside, that he wants so much to reach out and draw her close.

"Yeah. Yeah, you rest up. I'll.."

He'll what? Bang around in the engine room? Work on his gun?

Hell if he knows. Mick drags a hand across his head. He doesn't have anything else to say. Nothing that will help at least. He wants her so badly and he can't bring himself to say a damned thing about it.