The smile on the stranger's face made her seem her age. Sure she looked young, but there was an old look in her eyes as if she's seen things no one else has or ever will, add to it that she seemed to be weighed down with some sort of bone deep sadness, and Dexter thought her smile was beautiful. He bashfully tugs on his ear not knowing what to say to that as the elevator stopped. "What happened to Frank?" He asked concerned for the man he had been searching for. He might not have had the best of days starting out, but he didn't wish real harm to anyone, even if he came close to actually being violent today.