Ohhh, whoa. Hey there. [Lifting her out easily, setting her on her feet. Steady enough, there? He can brush off her dress a bit too. A frown creases his forehead, but he wipes it away.]
You're not a freak. You're a girl who should hardly be out this late, much less on the rooftops, and is there anyone after you now? ['Cuz he can shoot 'em. Don't think he won't.]