Ryder was about to elbow the Fighter away from her, demand her privacy, but when she looked up and glared at him, the hateful words caught in her throat. She just stared for a while, her cheeks stained with tears as her gaze softened. She gulped and looked over at the Kleenex in his hand, taking it gently and muttering an awkward, "Thank you."<br/><br/>As she wiped her eyes and sniffed a bit, she glanced over at the country boy again, puzzling over why he stooped down to help her. She would expect anyone else to just stand by and watch, wait until she was done with her episode. Not.. Come and comfort her. It was a feeling she wasn't used to.. It caught her off guard. Kindness. She never expected it out of anyone. Including herself.<br/><br/>Ryder bit her lip as Jason continued to talk, giving a small nod of appreciation. She continued to wipe at her face as she spoke, her fingers trembling slightly. "I... Thank you, Jason. This was.. nice of you." She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure, to put her brave face on once again. But it wasn't coming as easily now. She gave up trying, brushing the hair from her face, "We should probably get somewhere safe.. I don't think security is doing their job very well." Her voice was almost a whisper, occasional tremors in her tone. She was unstable, and couldn't get her thoughts together. It was hard for her to not burst into tears again, using all of her will power to keep the grief at bay.