No, no he can't explain. He winces when she seems to deflate like that; at the root of all his confusion and annoyance, he mostly feels bad that she's in this position again.

He straightens, his jaw set. "You're not tellin' anyone." He strides for the ladder.

Plan A? Keep her away from any communication stuff. Plan B? Threaten to take out the beginnings of their cobbled together network. Possibly actually do it.