The fact she was aware of who he was, and that he was behind her, was all that prevented the twitch when his arms settle around her from leading in to something violent. What she can't see is frightening, but she doesn't have a fear of Stanley already in her to push her that direction faster than she can process what's going on.

A hug. Hugs are okay. She likes hugs.

Her hand comes up to rest on his invisible arms, feeling for a sense of his arm, his wrist, anything she can get her hand around to give a squeeze. The smacking of his leg against her wheels makes her smile go crooked.

"You do that. Is your leg okay?"

This shouldn't matter so much to a kid who had all the world open to him. It shouldn't be a weird offer. Friends were supposed to do things like this. Why weren't his? He couldn't possibly be alone here, could he? Jesse and his other roommates couldn't be that happy to ignore the teenager in their midst, could they?