"Watch it, Lee, she looks like she's about to cry," Hester warned him.
Even if the hare was his more intuitive "side", though, Lee needed no telling on that department. The red-haired lady could've clearly been better and he just wasn't the type to ignore that need even after he had carefully transported the small bag onto her slender hand.
"Beggin' your pardon again, Ma'am, and hope you don't mind my noticing but you're not looking too well, if it's all right to say that." Lee moved his hat back to his head and pushed it down gently but firmly. "Is this your first time here in New York City?"