Though she struggled, he didn't release her. That temporary human crack was covered up by an inhuman stare, the robotic precision and calculation that marked him so. "Like Inspector Luther said, there are ways to handle it." He wasn't dumb enough to admit in front of a police officer that he planned on stealing the money to pay for her stay. But he would possibly tell her later.
"Exactly," he said in response to Luther's question. "You need help that you can't get on your own. This isn't coping, it's...wallowing." His gaze skipped over the rest of the apartment before returning to her face.