Staring. That's what you were doing, only because that's what he was doing. One of the victims that the rest had strung up and left tied up till they got hungry.

You were only down there because you heard the Sawyer's throwing a fit about how victims were escaping.

He was bloody, shaking, scared and breathless.

"Hey, that's a nasty cut on your head. Come here, let me help you." You offered your hand but he flinched away despite a great distance being in between you two.