Ryan distinctly hated not being able to read her. It was very hard to tell what she was thinking and feeling, and thus hard to figure out how to act next. He eyed the crowd, staying rooted to the spot briefly. He wasn't frightened, no. That wasn't something he really ever felt. But he was wary, and the way he acted could come across as fear. He went ahead and slipped his hand into hers, though, holding it and letting her draw him out further.