Aidan, who had been sitting at the bar drinking his usual ale, noticed people coming and going. He noticed the woman who had several tattoos come in and seem so exasperated. He didn't know her, but that's how friends were made, right?
"Erm... miss? Are you alright?" He wasn't sure exactly how to start this conversation, but he was concerned. Was she crying? Just upset? Had someone harassed her? Aidan was very much the type to defend people, especially women. He didn't tolerate men who beat women.