Alex took his hand nd listened to his voice for a moment before standing slowly, "Im alright, your welcome. Anyone wouldve done the same for the President's son now wouldnt they?" she rubbed her side slowly wincing ever so slightly. Her voice was soft and sweet but laced slightly with loneliness. She realized that she still held his hand so she dropped it slowly. Her mind drifted to the gunman and that he looked like her uncle,  she muttered, "Thank you.." she looked around for a moment then took a breath of the Sicily air. She turned around to walk to her apartment, she glanced back at him and murmured, "You can come inside with me for a little while. Just to keep you safe that is." she turned back around and pulled the old skeleton key from her pocket, she always loved old things, the key was an old black ish gold color mostly tarnished with rust. The key fit perfectly into the lock, she pulled the door open and looked back at the boy holding the door for a few moments waiting for him to deside what he was going to do.