Thankfully, Sabo was not so unfamiliar with hurt, distrust, and trauma, that he moved in any way to press the issue. This girl needed space, and so the young man simply stayed rooted. As he sat, his posture was tall and proud, and his eyes fell on Laura with a calm air of understanding.
Moving steadily, so as not to cause any alarm, Sabo leaned forward and set the fruit down in the space between them. There it plainly sat - or at least as plain as any sort of alien fruit was.
"If you want it, it's your's. But really, no more stealing," he said, careful to avoid a scolding tone. "The people around here are pretty understanding, but all it takes is for someone to be in a bad mood one day."
Vibrant as always, the marketplace was filled with nameless, faceless folks from all walks; from medics to mercenaries, from citizens to soldiers, their voices blended and mingled into one enormous cacophony around them. Thankfully, these two were just removed enough in the little corner Laura had found to have enough quiet and privacy to enjoy their tête-à-tête.
"I imagine that you just got here, and you're probably feeling..." he paused very briefly, careful to avoid using the word 'scared'. "...confused. I was brought here the same way, and so were a lot of others. We're all in the same boat, just so you know, and there are plenty of us who would be glad to get you settled in."
Sabo's eyes, tellingly, looked down at the fruit for a moment, then back at Laura as he flashed an expressive smile.