Now considering the multitude of sights he had came face to face with before, and the multitude of sights he could have just came face to face with, he should perhaps have been glad that all the room contained was a seemingly harmless middle aged woman. Only if anything, that made him all the more nervous - especially when his eyes fell upon the tear soaked face, and eyes that seemed to be focusing on something way beyond the material world that surrounded them.<br/><br/>His fingers instinctively tightened a little more around the stock of the shotgun, and he had to make a conscious effort to release that hold - moving from the doorway across the room, stopping a short distance from the woman, partly out of respect and partly out of caution at what she might actually prove to be.<br/><br/>Appearances were often deceptive, and that was all the more true in his line of work.<br/><br/>'Hello there, can you hear me? I'm here to help you ok?' Yeah, as lines went it probably wasn't the best, but he was somewhat at a loss for what he actually could do to help the woman - wary of touching her or doing anything to attempt to break the trance she appeared to currently be within physically, aware of the dangers that could cause for the person within the trance.