"Sorry about the mess," Axel said as he bolted the door and turned around. Then he froze as he saw the girl had collapsed, sobbing, surrounded by muddy footprints and discarded Hot Pocket wrappers. He made his way cautiously over to her.
"Hey, you," he said. Comforting crying women wasn't one of Axel's strong points. When she didn't stop, he took out a cup of instant coffee and gently led her over to the couch. "It's okay, you're safe here," he said, as he pressed a button on the side of the cup, instantly heating up the coffee, and handed it to her.
"You can change if you want. My clothes should fit you. I, uh, I don't have any woman's clothes, though," he told her, as he fiddled with his ear awkwardly.