Alyssa glanced down to his grip on her arm, and then up to his face. "Uh, yeah." She shifted back, an attempt to make him drop his hold. "I don't know what you're doing here, but I'm here with my family. It's cold and wet and miserable. I need coffee."
Her brows came together and she quickly assessed him. "What are you doing here, anyway?" She scanned over his shoulder, as if to search for another familiar face. "Are you here by yourself?"