He watched her quietly, not really knowing what to do. Here was this strange girl in the middle of his studio and she was crying. What did one do in this situation? He'd have to figure it out on his own.<br/><br/>Grabbing a clean rag, he moved a little closer, kneeling in front of her. Ari lifted the rag, gently dabbing at the tears running down her cheeks. He didn't know where she lived. For all he knew she snuck in when the guards delivered the painting. And now he was stuck with her, but he had to help her. That's just who he was.<br/><br/>As for where she was, well he could answer that. "Well...you're in my apartment. How you got in here is still a bit baffling, but I'll try to help you get home."