Despite not being of Midgard, he was not blind to the state of this woman. The layers of clothing, the ragged hair, the face heavy in wrinkles and age. How could an elder of these people be treated as such? It took only a few moments for him to make up his mind. "Excuse me, my Lady," he said quietly and stood, grabbing the rail at the top of the train car easily to move across.

He moved across to her, and knelt down beside the seat. He spoke too softly for anyone else to hear, though the few people in the car glanced at him as he walked past. Suddenly he reached into his pocket and drew something out of it, taking her hand and placing it into it. He flashed one of those brilliant smiles of his before he stood.

The old, homeless woman took his hand again and said something to him, looking up with her eyes shining, before he nodded.

He was beaming as he returned to Jane's side and sat beside her again as the train came to a stop.