The lost girl came back with a nervous laugh, followed by a warm smile and Danny knew that he was helping already... if marginally. But that was alright. He smiled back, running a hand through his hair to get the shaggy strands out of his eyes. He couldn't help wondering if the woman had lost anyone back at Carnegie, many people walking down the halls right now were crying over lost family members, lovers or friends. A lot of people saw the chance to lose people as an excuse not to talk to anyone, but the way Danny saw it was that if you didn't make any friends because you were afraid of losing them you'd just end up going crazy. There were already plenty of those hanging around.
His smile widened when she accepted his help. He liked feeling useful. Not being much of a fighter didn't leave a whole ton of available jobs for Danny, but this? Comforting and calming people? That was something he could manage. "Follow me... we'll find you a place to put what's left of your things and then I'll show you the make-shift mess and where you can clean up."
An introduction was made and Danny extended his hand to shake hers as they walked along beside the other refugees. He laughed quietly when she mentioned that her name was boring and Scottish, "Nonsense. It's a perfectly respectable name. Much better than being named Mary or Jane or something common like that. Marga is quite pretty. Does anyone call you Margie for short?"
He wondered if she was alright with nicknames. Some people liked it. Some people would rather have a limb cut off than be called by a pet name. And then, of course, there were people like his brother who had names that were hard to shorten. Mind you having said that, one American tried to shorten it to Ev and got a glare that should have had him bursting in to flames. Danny still called him that sometimes, if only because his brother rarely had the energy to get truly angry with him.
"As you can see, it is already rather full in here. I wonder where everyone is going to sleep. Guess we'll all have to get cozy," he chuckled a bit as they continued on, passing a couple empty spaces on the floor. "You can put a bedroll on any square of floor you like and people will leave it be. There are a couple here or there's still a bit of space over where my family and I sleep if you like. We don't bite. Promise. Actually Georgie might. She gets cranky..."