If Phoenix is familiar with anything, he's familiar with young people who hastily throw on a facade so no one knows they're rattled and afraid. So he folds his hands in his lap, but he doesn't stand again. "Okay. You don't have to sit down if you don't want to."

But he's going to sit. It might make her more comfortable doing it herself if she needs to.

"How do they treat you down here?" He says instead, shifting the topic a little bit.