He's always had a good eye for faces. He sees her, sees Jillie, obviously out of breath and limping and there's a part of him that can't ignore someone in need, even if he suspects that she'd rather not be seen like this. He's used to the strength in women, between Jenny and Shari and Kim.

"Hi," he says. "Jillie." His hands are shoved deep into the pockets of the coat he bought from the thrift store she took him to.