She, on the other hand, was finding that the mini-dress she was so proud of earlier suddenly seemed like a horrible idea. It certainly wasn't an appropriate thing to be wearing while in her current position sitting on some boxes in a dirty, smelly alley way.
"You've got a really funny concept of what a perfect time is, did you know that?" She responded, her tone flat and devoid of its usual sarcasm or spark. Aria sharply looked up at him when he took her hand, biting her lower lip as a pout-like frown came to her lips.
"It won't change anything, but thank you." Aria didn't want to hit him. She knew taking her anger out on Arron when he wasn't the cause of it would just feel pointless and hollow. She also didn't want to go beat the shit out of her father, much as the offer made her smile for a moment before her forehead furrowed again in thought. Much as she wouldn't say it, she appreciated that Arron had come outside to check on her. So instead, she decided to say something appropriately snarky in an effort to force herself out of the doldrums and back into a more Aria-like frame of mind.
"Still, it's nice of you to take time out of your babe-watching and boozing to come check on me. I'll be fine, Arron, I promise." She forced herself to smirk in an ingratiatingly smug way. "Though, I think I'll walk home, before I freeze my tits off."