Brian stood still and watched her carefully as she stared back at him.  He could see much in her face, fear, anxiety, and worry.  They were the signs he used to associate with himself.  He had a feeling she was used to being afraid of people.  As he stood there he suddenly felt a weak mental probe moving against his mind.  Normally he would have blocked the probe and attacked fiercly with one of his own, but instead he merely put up some mental barriers to protect himself.  He realized she was trying to read his thoughts, not hurt him.  He watched pure fear fill her eyes as she stumbled and fell.  He could hear the pain in her voice when she did.  Brian felt nothing but sympathy and sorrow in his heart.   He looked at her calmly and walked towards her, crouching down beside her.  Brian looked at her with sad, sincere eyes and said softly, "Hurt you? Why would I hurt you?" He didnt give her time to respond as he looked at her more closely.  "Are you alright? That looked like a nasty fall."