He could feel her confusion and a fresh bout of anger and cursed himself for his lack of focus. But her thoughts had turned to him when spoke, so he was at least certain he'd made a connection. She was lost - maybe not physically, but he could certainly tell the scattered pieces of her thoughts were without direction.
His eyes flicked open long enough to get his bearings and then he focused on her again. "7th and Pine," spoken out loud in a normal tone, pushed by his thoughts to reach her once more.
Why did he care anyway? Because it was a wayward child and he had the means to help... and for some reason that always won out over sensibility.