Robert stared as well. What the hell?

Why... did she remind him of his mother?

"Easy, easy..." he said uncomfortably. He looked around, flustered. He didn't even care if he lost this fucking job, but he cared about embarrassment. He reached in his pocket, took out a clean handkerchief, and held it out to her. "Here, Miss. Nothing to cry about. I was just trying to help. You seem new to this place. That's all. Just some friendly advice."