Bethanie rose one perfectly shaped blonde brow at the nod, no words spoken. A brief bit of bristling at that. However, as she helped she noticed his agitated state and her brows furrowed. She felt a bit of concern - who wouldn't? - however, there always seemed to be a smoldering anger to her the few hours after waking up.
Finally, she had enough and took his papers, added then to hers, and knelt on them after swiping up the rest into a messy pile, making the guy look up at her. Hey, at least the papers wouldn't blow away. "Oi, Curls. Cool it and slow your roll. What the fuck do you got your pretty panties in a twist over?" She said, in her own way telling him to calm down and slow his breathing.