Warwick smiled to her. "Whats your name?" He ran fingers through his long red locks, brushing them away from his face. Her eyes were noticeably red, she had been crying, but Warwick it was likely just nerves. A concerned look crossed his face. "Is everyhing okay, it looks like you've been..." He let the sentance trail off, not wanting to embaress her by saying crying, but letting her know he knew.