He doesn't know what to do, watching Vanya as she stills and stares at him for a long, silent moment. He's certain she's just trying to process all of this. There's a lot to take in, so much the first day, first week in this place. He isn't sure it ever really stops, but it gets...bearable? Maybe. That doesn't quite feel like the right word, but it's close as he can get.

Then she's this sudden flurry of movement, though it isn't anything like the way that phrase fits Klaus-- Vanya isn't a wild spasm like he is, she's more stiff and unsure in her movements. In her breaths.

He doesn't know how to handle this. How to handle her, and he hates that it even needs to be phrased that way. But it does. And it is. And he's lost.

So he just quietly offers, "He's on his way... he'll be here soon."