"Jesus, kid." He holds his hands up. He can't blame her for being suspicious, but it's also fucked up whenever a kid jumps to that first thing.

"No, I promise I'll keep my hands to myself. You're way too fucking young for me, I can promise you that."

He motions towards the window. "I was a coach once upon a time, that's all. And I can damn sure respect the urge to want to tear this place to the ground."