She'd seen someone that frightened her alright. (The man who gave her that bruise? Not important right now, focus on getting her out.) Stutely could see the panic rising in her eyes, so he kept his own gaze steady, his words quiet and measured. "Alright, lass. How's about you and I walk out together, then? Which way'd he go?" She was such a slight thing, if he kept himself between her and her pursuer, the other man might not even see her at all. And if he did, well, he might at least think twice about confronting her in the store. Will knew how to make himself look threatening when he needed do.