I'd go up to Gigi and say "don't worry, I don't want a photo, I'm just here as a human being. how ARE you?"
Then she'd tell me her woes and start crying and I'd get a hankie out to wipe away her tears. And I say "everything happens for a Reason Priscilla. maybe this is the best thing that has ever happened to her".
I'd give her the phone number for local mental health crisis teams and Samaritans.
Then I'd say "I gotta go now, Priscilla, but please promise me - stay safe" then she does a smile as she realises I'm not a dirty fat paedo mark or smark, I'm just a good guy.
She calls my number (which I previously gave her) that evening and I go to her hotel room, and we watch AEW, WWE, TNA, Stardom, Merryflower matches in bed while i rub her feet. And we say the pros and cons of each company, so she can go into each HQ in the morning and give the manager a handshake and a copy of her CV (or resume as called in America).
Then I get her back into WWE with my bootstraps attitude, and she beats Jacy Jayne for NXT Champ in her surpsirse comeback hell in a cell match.
