He nods and gives her a brief sympathetic smile.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Whatever it is."

Then realising that he's perhaps being a little forward considering they're strangers to each other.

"Forgive my manners. My name is Wesley Pryce. I just saw that you might need some assistance..." He gestures towards the handkerchief. "Well, anyway, it's clean. You can keep it."

He turns to go back to his seat.