[If anything, Jonathan wasn't going to lash out at anything. He feels oddly limp as he's scooped up, and it takes a few seconds- long, quiet moments punctuated entirely with rhythmic breathing in and out- before he does anything at all.

...Ah. He's likely worried Jolyne, hasn't he?] Ah...Oh...

[That's not right at all, is it?] ...Oh dear... I. [He doesn't really have excuses does he?] ...I am so sorry...I don't believe I handled that well at all, did I? ....forcing you to intervene... [For that must be what happened, he's in her hand, and Maverick is gone,] ...that's quite improper of me...