Her fingers close over his hand the instant his expression gets darker, holding it tightly, supportive, as she leans closer. How anyone could be unfriendly to this man is beyond her. He's an upstanding citizen as far as she's concerned! And she hates upstanding citizens! ... She thinks.

"You live in the shop?" She sounds concerned. She is concerned. If Jefferson was in some kind of shitty relationship, he might have lost everything because of it. Kenzi can't remember living on the streets, but she knows not having a place to go must be difficult. What she does remember is coming here and seeing Jefferson and eating baked goods that make her happy and she doesn't like knowing that the man behind that happiness and familiarity is suffering. That's bullshit. Fuck that!

"I wish there was something I could do. Do you need money? Is it financial or...?"