"Hey, hey, sweetheart, m'not gonna hurt you," Ben holds out a hand, pacifying almost, trying to show that he isn't a threat to you in any way. You're cowering in the corner away from him, and Ben's aware that you could probably do some serious damage to him if you got hands on him, so he's still cautious despite the fact you look so.. unassuming.

He's also trying to hide The Boys from your gaze, since they'd tried to kill you prior and, uh, he didn't need you lashing out once more.

His green eyes flit over your form and he doesn't really know how to proceed. Being gentle isn't really his thing but you clearly need it right now. So he introduces himself, not as a supe, but as him. "M'Ben," he says softly, running a hand through his hair. He feels bad for you, not even, like—he really does. Vought had definitely done some fucked up shit to you, judging by how skittish you are right now.

Crouching down beside you, he looks up at you, chest rising and falling in easy breaths to almost coax you into breathing properly with him. When he sees it's working, he relaxes a little. He's not too close to you, not wanting to startle you, so he's a bit away from you. "What's your name, hm?"

He can tell you have a voice, a voice that had been silenced. Crushed, forced away. Almost like himself, so that's why he feels so bad for you. He.. fine, he cares for you.

Just a little.