[ Oh, if only he knew just how little he had to worry about hurting her. Or, more accurately, if only Anna would let him know. The guilt of that secret eats away at her a little more than usual. Angel eyes? Virtuous? It's almost like the set up to a bad joke. Now's not the right time though, he's already dealing with so much. Instead of heartfelt and overdue confessions, she just tries to return the smile. ]

Of course I'll help, you don't even have to ask. [ And if she chooses not to mention that she can't feel them here, she's only doing it for his own morale. She'd been wrong about Bruce, right? She can't rely on those senses so much here. She could be wrong again. ]

Are you...okay to start looking? [ Which is really a roundabout way of asking if he'll be alright looking by himself. ] We might be better off going out in groups. More thorough.