He should have expected something like this, although maybe not so soon into his arrival, but life can't throw him a bone, it's been a long time since things he touched didn't fall down around him, and this is no different.

He feels the responsibility on his shoulders, a chance to prove himself worthy of something, but things rarely pan out, and for all that he tends to throw himself into things with good intentions without taking the extra time to plan them out, he begrudgingly finds himself missing the group of misfits from home that tend to be there to pick up the pieces when he fails miserably.

Derek stills on the spot, hands slowly rising in a gesture of surrounding, in an attempt to show that he means her no harm. "Not yours, but one that's willing to help." How, he's not quite sure, because there's no where here to hoard her up, to chain her down, and he learned the hard way that it's not exactly the best plan. But, on the plus side, there's only one of her. "If you'll let me."