Kirk had been watching the entire time, letting Raylan handle getting closer to the child. One at a time seemed more than enough for the kid, who by the looks of it was very near a mental break down already. Judging by the blood on the table, Kirk could only guess at what had been done in front of him, or even to him.

He stands closer than Inessa and Ciri, bringing his pack around to his front and looking for something - a tidbit of food to offer the child next. He found a bit of bread, taking it out so the child could see, but not saying anything just yet. No sense in overloading him.