River ceased her sobbing, reduced to a body that wouldn't stop quivering. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last time. The ghosts of those men would follow her, replacing the bits that had been taken before. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make it go it away.
"River. I'm River," she repeated, looking down at her hands before looking back up at Ripper. Everything was hidden in eyes, and it wasn't so different when it came to his. She ignored the comment about the tea for the time being, reaching up to take his hands in hers, inspecting them.
"You're hands are dirty too," she remarked simply, her tone not at all accusatory in spite of the words. One hand reached up to touch his face. "And you're scruffy."