"I can," Michael nodded, bending down with her still in his arms. The server came over to the table holding their bottle of wine and he sort of paused, looking worried. "It's alright," Michael assured the man. "Unfortunately we're going to have to go, make sure she's okay. Can you box up their orders and whichever staff member needs them the most can take them home? Here," Michael reached into his wallet and pulled out his credit card. "Charge that. You can leave the bottle."
Clio stirred in Michael's arms and she let out a soft whimper. "It's alright, Clio. It's Michael and I've got you." To Will, he said, "I can help, but not here. I need to see what he did, and I don't think- Her place is closest. Can you drive, or shall I?" Once he had his credit card back, one of them had to carry her to the car and sit with her while the other drove.