[A little quiet. He falls completely silent for a few long moments after that. In that time he decides to prop his bike on the kickstand]
Sometimes. . . [frowning] Sometimes it's good to not especially be alone when not feeling well.
[It's just making him think about when he and his fellow pilots are in action, mentally linked in Crossing. All able to feel what's in the hearts of each other.
In this situation, honestly, he can tell a few things by what she's thinking; a devastating loss, which he's seen others go through. He isn't one to pry, so they come and go, without him aiming to completely read her thoughts.
Tentative at first, he sinks down to take a seat by her.]