Jacob watched her as she spoke, and it clicked together when she said that she'd been with the guy. That explained the stress he was getting off of her, and he realized that he'd been grilling her about the death of a loved one.
“I am sorry, Savannah,” he told her first. “I didn't know. So, I apologize.” He meant it, and that was clear in his tone. He didn't let his eyes off of her, she wasn't looking at him anyway, and he felt like a dick because he'd been a little flirty with her, and that wasn't something he would have done if he'd known she was getting over the death of her man.
It sounded like a lot to handle all at once, especially while grieving. He didn't envy the position and wondered why she didn't have more help. Of course, she might have more help and he just didn't know about it, so that could be way off base of him. It just kicked up his protective instincts, and he wanted to make sure she was okay.
“Let me know if there's anything I can do. Did the Capitol ever answer for what they did?”
"You didn't do nothin' wrong. I know you didn't know," Savannah said, "so that part is actually on me. Most everyone here knows already, so I didn't think to explain the situation." Or rather, she’d tried to put it off as long as she could, but that hadn’t lasted long.
At his question of whether the Capitol ever answered for what they did, she tensed slightly and shook her head. "They made an official announcement that it was the raiders who killed him. UMCB shelter is under the Capitol's thumb so we're way outnumbered even if we did want to do anythin' about it."
At least she had a plan to cut their ties to the Capitol completely by getting water from the Hellhound instead. As soon as Day signed off on it, LBJ wouldn't have to deal with those monsters any more than completely necessary.