Not sure

Ryder's eyes widen as he hears the conclusion that Thirteen had come to. Eric? She thought it was Eric? Given, she looked more like her uncle than her father, but how had she come to this? Just the ring and the timing? Ryder's heart sinks.

"Wait... just... slow down..." He's pulled up from his chair and across the room to Eric before he can stop her. "Thirteen, wait a second... he..." Brought to Eric, he looks helplessly at the man he didn't know. He looks to Trent who was still nearby, but receives no help.

Eric looks up from his table, a little surprised at the enthusiasm with which Ryder had been brought to him. At least he assumed the young man was the Ryder he'd been told about. "Hello again." He gives Thirteen a crooked grin. "You look better without those crocodile tears." Not really sure why she'd come back to him, he waits. "What's up?"