Richie doesn't say anything, but his eyebrows draw together silently, though he tries to hide any actual thought processes from his expression. Of all people, she doesn't have any reason to thank him. Then again, some of those reasons? She didn't even know about.

He wasn't so horrible as to let a couple of gross pervs get their hands on her, regardless. He wasn't that big of a tool, contrary to popular belief, apparently.

Seth spoke up for them, and for once it honestly didn't bother him. It really was nothing in the idea that of course he wasn't just gonna fucking leave her behind or some shit.

He does, however, give his brother a look at the hero line. There was nothing heroic about the small gesture of scaring the shit out of a couple of creepers. It's not like he even broke a sweat. "Shove it." But he keeps moving toward the door, pushing it open just in time for all of their recently acquired devices to suddenly burst into sound.

Richie doesn't stop until he's inside the doorway, still not entirely trusting the sun as he pulls out the little communicator, watching a video feed start up so that they can look at this guy who very quickly turns out to be a total egotistical douchenozzle.

"This guy clearly wants to die."