Beckett's eyes scanned over the girl's pocket, he felt panicky and looked back up at her. "Hurt? No. Are you?" He asked worried. He then shifted his weight, his eyes dropping to the ground. "Sorry for bothering you." He mumbled. "I just.. I just wanted to talk to someone." He looked up at her. The boy shoved his cold, pale hands into the pockets of his jacket and watched the girl for a short moment.