Charlie couldn't help it, the woman's turn and quip at the bartender when he walked up made him smile. Instead of hiding it, he let the one already on his face grow into a grin. He lifted a brow, eyes on the bartender to make sure he wouldn't really respond in kind. Luckily, the man seemed to be pretty done with the situation, so Charlie relaxed a fraction. Turning his gaze back to the woman, he realized that even though she was leaning against the bar, she was almost the same height as he was, if not exactly his height. If she had been standing up straight, they wold have been on a level with each other, and that was something that Charlie didn't experience often. He listened aptly to her, her suggestion that he kiss her ass making him laugh outright. It was a happy sound, a lighthearted sound and he could feel it ease a little more of the tension he'd felt upon walking onto a situation he wasn't quite sure how to deal with. It wasn't as if this woman was exactly trying to run -- that much would have been easy. She was just trying to leave, like Lina. If they ran, security would chase them down and hope they caught them before they hit the boundary. It was never fun to have to carry people back inside because they'd strayed too close in a panic and passed out. Charlie hoped he wouldn't have to do that too many more times in the immediate future.
He waited until it seemed like the woman had slurred her way through a good portion of her residual tirade before he meant to say anything. As she started for the exit, Charlie followed along with her, taking a few long strides to catch up and walk alongside her. "Right here, miss! And, I don't doubt you have every capability to do that. Cause a stir elsewhere I mean," he said, smile still coloring his voice. "As to the rest of it, I'm afraid you know that you can't just walk out and leave. Phone-lines, and all that," his voice held a note of remorse, but it was a hopeless remorse seeing as he couldn't very well do anything about it. "What's your name?" It was nice to know what to call her rather than just "the woman" or "the tall drunk brunette" -- those names weren't very flattering and he was willing to bet money on the fact that she'd potentially lash out if she knew what he was thinking. "Would you like to take a walk with me outside? Clear your head a bit? I might not look it but I'm an awfully good listener." There was nothing but kindness in Charlie's voice and he hoped to God or Jesus or whoever the fuck was out there that she wasn't too drunk to hear it.