And that's where Cooper will hop down from the table. The floor is still chilly and the renewed contact with it makes him shiver a little but it's easy to ignore for the few steps it takes to walk over to her.

He remains standing for a small moment, then crouches down across from her. He balances surprisingly well on the balls of his feet. There's a polite distance between them, but should he want to, he's close enough to reach out to her - right now though, that's not what he's doing.

He recalls others he's tried to comfort lately -- Harry (not her father, of course, but the Sheriff), France. Appejack. He doesn't think he's ever been particularly good at it - though sincere, he tends to be blunt. Sometimes bordering on inconsiderate, even if that's far from what he aims for.

He'll just take a chance.

"Helpless?"