Stella was cursing mentally. Trapped in crystal for thousands of years and be conscious for it... No wonder why he's claustrophobic. She quickly sits in the seat beside him, mind wheeling about how to get his attention away from being enclosed. Worry riddles her thoughts. She can see him shaking slightly. His eyes are as big as dinner plates. She wonders for a second how she's going to keep him calm for the whole flight back to DC. She reaches to hold his hand again. "Ari, focus on my and nothing but me okay?" She twists in her seat in order to run soothing circles over his forehead. She can feel his pulse racing in his wrist. Hopefully what she's going to suggest doesn't cause him to panic more. "Close your eyes. Nothing but me here with you. Breath with me Ari."