She took his hand as soon as he spoke, using it to pull herself to her feet without demurring or pretending she didn't need the assistance; she didn't see the point in that. The accent was, she thought, Irish? But her basis for comparison was purely Hollywood, and she realized that was hardly an accurate thing to go on.
She pushed away from the wall, but her knees buckled slightly again. It had nothing to do with being a delicate flower and everything to do with lack of oxygen and appropriate medication.
She needed to get in a hot, steam-filled room, and ASAP.