Ronnie grinned and went to her side, holding the flashlight up so that both their faces and the steps were illuminated.
"Completely understandable. My name's Ronnie," he said with an easy smiled. "And it will be an honor. You're my favorite kind of passenger to help, after all. The pretty, unintoxicated kind, I mean."
Sure, it might be an inappropriate remark, but he'd back off if she looked upset. Of course, she already looked upset, that's why he was trying his best to lighten the mood. "What room are you?"