Maddie had been rightfully accused of being insane. More than once. A couple of times on this trip, really. But yeah, some guy dropping his luggage wasn't gonna get her back up.
She would protest she was not drunk. She was depressingly sober, actually. Something she'd remedy later. For now, she turned to look at the guy. "Hi there," she greeted back. As well built as the guy was, he looked a little overloaded. "You want a hand, darlin'?"
It was something to do, and fuck, she could probably use the good karma or whatever.