"Thank you," he says as he takes the box of chocolates and the card, the smile he offers her a genuine one. Even if it isn't much, that's not something he'd ever be concerned about, and it isn't as if that would make it any less thoughtful. "I was glad to do it." She looks like Irene. Maybe that's no reason to help a stranger, but he wouldn't have just left her to fend for herself, not knowing what might have happened.