Fred liked this Jack person, sort of. He was helping her, and he didn't seem to mind her sitting in his car when she smelled like the sewer. There were some people who'd be very much against that, or least she thought there might be. AT the moment, none really came to mind.
"He had a soul. He was sad. I wanted to make sure he wasn't hurting himself." She yawned, covering her mouth but only barely. "I think I'd like to take a nap. You won't hurt me if I take a nape, will you?" She glanced over at him, giving him a dazed smile. Yes, she was very tired.