She listens to his explanation with rapt attention, tilting her head to the side in consideration.

When the tapping starts, she reaches forward, puts her hand on top of his. She can smell the anxiety coming from him, even if she can't put it into words. Malia has an idea of the why though, and she scoots forward, leaning down. She's not too close, but she is close.

"I'll protect you from them. I promise."