"I am sorry to hear that," he replied, a soft smile still present. He truly was, though he understood, at any rate. Though he dearly missed Bon Temps and the life he once had there, he was not in any hurry to return. It held nothing for him anymore but a life that was robbed from him.
"Oh, I could never leave a young woman unattended," he quickly dismissed, "Though I never seem to have much luck hailing a taxicab. Might I walk you to the nearest subway station? The welcome center is a rather long walk from here,"