He stared at him, for quite a while and it was a bit concerning. [i]"In there."[/i] He told him. [i]"Careful."[/i] The man said over his shoulder. Then he was gone. Jack tilted his head once again and headed to the into the shop. "Heyo! Red, are you in here? I'm here to bug you again. Er...I mean. Could I borrow your lighter again real quick for a smoke. Then I'll get outta your hair..." Jack saw her there, she seemed to be crying at the counter. His eyes grew wide for he did not know what to do. The only time he had seen or heard women crying was... Oh gods. It was a few years ago when the women were begging for the to stop hurting them. [i]No, no, no. It's not the same. It's not the same.[/i]

"HEY ARE YOU OKAY?" He blurted out. "PLEASE TELL ME OKAY CUZ I CAN'T STAND TO KNOW THAT SOMEONE IS NOT OKAY." That felt like a lie, maybe it was a half-truth. "Well. You at least. I seem to have taken a strange liking to you. Maybe it's because you are a pretty lady and you are in distress. What can I do to help??" Jack moved to place his hands on the counter and stared at her. Something terrible must have happened. He noticed the bit of blood on her hands but assumed she had just hurt herself. 

There was a moment of silence then finally he asked calmly. "You okay?"