He's seen the bodies too. Smelled them, even. There's no ignoring it, but those people arrived before the Summoned did. He can't say that they would have been able to save them if they'd been here, but maybe there would have been a chance.

He retracts his hand and gives a curt nod. "I know," he admits. "But you can't tell yourself you've already lost. We need to be ready for anything, but I've beaten worse odds than this before." He's sincere in that, his gaze not faltering for even a moment. "So... trust me on this, all right?"

She has no reason to, they've only spoken the one time, but he's cut from the same cloth as Sam Wilson. Maybe that will mean something to her.