[ The look in his eyes is what gets to her, that panic that she recognizes from so many of the kids she'd helped get off the street by offering them a place at Xavier's. It doesn't matter that he's an adult, that helplessness is still the same. And it doesn't matter that it's been seventeen years since she felt it herself, she can still taste the fear and desperation at the back of her tongue.

Looking him over, it takes her two seconds to decide what to do. She gives the man a gentle smile and moves her hand to his back, just a light touch meant to offer reassurance. ]

It's alright, sugar, I understand. I've been in that position myself. Come on inside with me? I've got some leftovers from my baking frenzy that you can have.