[ Jaime looks down at his hands for a second. He likes Elena. He likes her an awful lot, actually; she's got enough attitude to be worth talking to, but she's also one of the more down-to-earth people he's met here, and while others may be okay speaking lackadaisically on their horrific experiences, the same may not go for Elena. He doesn't want to overstep his bounds.

But he looks up and does it anyway. ]

That's good - I mean, it's great. But if you're with someone else who's okay, that means there's someone who can take care of you, too.

[ He saw what rough shape she was in fresh off the Porter, after all. ]