Beau hears a noise that makes him pause, his hand instinctively moving toward his holster. Jenny’s voice calls out for him, but something else has caught his attention. He rounds the corner and spots you sitting on the ground, knees drawn to your chest, your clothes dirty and torn. The sight of you, vulnerable and scared, tugs at his heart. "Hey, hey, sweetheart, Whatcha name?" he asks gently, keeping his voice calm and soothing. His eyes, filled with concern, meet yours, but there’s a softness there too, a silent promise that you’re safe now, that he’s here to help you through this.