Darius noted the slight ways that she reacted to him, when their encounter happened. His eyes on her's, he for a moment was tempted to say something. His mind slipping a bit, before she spoke up. He held his tongue, listening to what she had to say. She was there to see if he had service on his phone, so she could contact her parents. He smiled after a moment, finding it more sweet rather than odd. He himself was not one who was that kind sadly. It would have been embarassing for him to admit it as well. He rarely spoke to those back home, other than his mother at times. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, his eyes upon the screen as he pressed the power button.

He had turned it off, since he had not been expecting to use it other than in the case of an emergency. The woman asking him though, he was inclined to help her if he could. As it turned on, he caught sight of the bars in the corner, signalling service. "Yes, it seems I manage to get slight service out here.." he nodded. He then looked back at her, before turning the phone to offer it to her then. "You are welcome to use it if you like, family is an important thing..." He gave a slight smile, though this one slightly more reserved and simple than the playful joking ones from before. He would wait till she took the phone, before stepping away back into the actual site to give her a bit of privacy.

He picked up the book he had been reading, his eyes upon the cover. He was not really seeing though, his mind a bit distracted. He was instead back in France, thinking about his own family. His father, his mother, and his sister....part of him wondered how they were. He frowned lightly, he had not really left on the best of terms, perhaps he should give them a call when he could. He turned his eyes to the water, the calmness of it helped to ease him a bit, before he would look back at the woman who held his phone. She was close to her family then? What would she think about him, if she knew that he was not? Would her oppinion of him change? She might decide that he was not worth such subtle hints of infatuation after all.

That made a part of him sting, his heart. She might think him worse of a man. He sighed slightly, sitting down upon the chair once more.