Tinder sits there and listens to him intently, sipping her slush coffee and laying her water next to his in the cup holder. About half way through his story she glances over at the divider and quickly ices it shut so no one can open it. As soon as she finishes icing the door closed she goes back to watching him tell his story. When he stops she just smiles at him slightly, not wanting to push him to tell the rest of the story, she knows how much hauling up bad memories like this can hurt. "I'm sorry you had to do that, thank you for telling me what happened though. I know it was probably hard."