Casey turns back to his task, not wanting to make Guinevere feel worse by watching her when she's clearly in a bad way. He's always uncomfortable, anyway, when people look like they're gonna cry. Never knows what to do or say. Unless it's someone like Bartowski and then he just rolls his eyes at all that emo-crap.

He wants to tell her that she's not alone. He'll stick around if they need protection. But he can't promise that he won't get taken, or won't be looking for a way to leave.

Casey looks up at her when she comes over to him, hovering, pointing out that he's doing things the wrong way. He almost retorts that he would've figured it out for himself eventually, but he knows she needs something else to talk about, something else to think about so he just starts moving the wash rag the way she said to do it.

"Like that?"