Kay saw how fed up and drained John looked and wondered if it had anything to do this being he was speaking off before it felt like she had somehow lost a little bit of time. "you okay?" she asked him, putting her bottle down and walking behind him, hesitantly at first but eventually placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to help but massaging the stress he was feeling away. She hoped he wouldn't brush her off but if he did she would accept the action, but she still hoped he wouldn't. She wanted to help in whatever way she could, even if she didn't know fully what way that was outside of massaging his shoulders.

Chas rubbed her back comfortingly and shook his head. "if you didn't I would have. I wanted to punch that guy right into the ground when he was talking" he told her. "the father in me just got so angry that he spoke of kids and Kay like that. You're right, death was too easy a punishment for him. Hopefully now he'll think twice before touching another minor" he explained. With his free hand he rummaged in the bag to find another rag or tissue for her which he eventually found and pressed against her nose. "keep your head forward and keep the pressure on" he instructed.