John turned, looking for who had called his name, and blinked, shaking his head. He didn't know this person, did he? Maybe she was someone from home? Maybe one of Scott's friends? Or Derek's? Or... he cautiously raised hand, smiling hesitantly as he nodded to the woman.

"Hello? Can I help you?"

Because the look on her face, well, it looked like someone who needed help, and even before he was sheriff, he had always responded to that look.