There's a difference between niceness and human decency, Gwenog thought privately, but she didn't express that aloud. Also niceness and kindness depending on your perception.
She kept watch from the corner of her eye, taking care not to react as he finally began to put himself together again. She didn't think that he was in any way fine yet but perhaps a little more settled. At least he was standing now. She turned as he addressed her. "I'm happy to apparate you somewhere or get you to a public floo, if you like," she offered. By this point she rather thought he might be capable of getting himself somewhere safe, but it was worth mentioning.
"No, not really," she said, knowing he probably wouldn't have registered when she was saying her name earlier. "I'm Gwenog Jones, it is incredibly Welsh, so that should help you remember it."