He had a kind smile, she thought, when he sent one her way and he seemed to have a gentle soul too. It may be foolish but it eased Portia's mind somewhat to just be standing here with him, feeding ducks on the pond. Worries could wait after all.
His voice was soft but not hesitant. Maybe just quiet then, she realised smiling softly as she turned her attention back to the ducks.
If there was one word that people would always use to describe Portia it was probably 'nice'. She didn't seem to have a mean bone in her body, if she could offer help she would, life was too short for grudges and nastiness after all.