That was a Vulcan expression in Standard, wasn't it? He knew it was, he'd learned it in the academy once and he could have sworn there was a reply for it, but he feels he can hardly stand. Instead of trying to dredge up something in the name of diplomacy George simply smiles softly back and nods, swallowing nothingness to keep his voice steady: "Thank you."

The words are sincere, evident enough by the added glimmer in his eye. It wasn't often strangers helped someone or bothered to check on them when they were just a few seconds from looking like they were about to lose it.

"I'm sorry," He laughs meekly, shifting away from the wall some so he can offer her a hand in greeting. "My name's George. George Kirk."