Doyle gave Ruben a dark look, "Yer mind didn't have ta go right to there. I seem to recall not havin' a shirt when I came to yer aid. Don't make it...dirty." He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Look, it don't really matter none. StarFire is a guest. And yer scarin' the poor kid."
He crouched down, holding out a hand to StarFire, "Come on out, yeah? There ain't nothin' here to be scared of."