Jason helped the other girl dress. He politely avoid a look at her nakedness while he assisted her. He then put his clothes back on. Going back to her he put his hand on her shoulder. His head bowed. . . "Um. . . are you okay? Did he touch you and do those horrible things to you?" Jason's eyes were innocent and pure. He wanted to help her out. She was screaming in pure terror, or at least, Jason thought she was, before the voice of God saved them both from utter, eternal terror, agony and torment.