"Right, well, don't worry. I got ya." He figures it must be some kind of side effect of the chocolate, or whatever was making her toss these organs--he was a little bit more assured that she wasn't actively dying from it, but still.

There's a beat.

"Yeah. Yep. Those...look like teeth."

Some kind of creature's teeth. Because that's a thing that keeps happening.

"Uh, so I'm gonna try to pick you up, but if you feel the need to, y'know, try to aim out there." He's just saying, is all. He reaches down to try and pick her up, and hopefully avoid getting skewered.