Samuel peered down over the girl's shoulder, wondering how many drinks - or how few, he silently corrected - it had taken to put the slight creature on the floor. He looked back toward the lobby entrance, where the man he had seen only briefly seemed to have disappeared altogether. He had his suspicions about the nature of the interaction he'd just witnessed, but as she appeared largely unharmed, making a joke seemed preferable to being overly serious at so damnable an hour. At any rate, he was prepared if the man returned; having just come from work, his backup pistol was nestled snugly in its holster at his ankle. "If that was your boyfriend, he's an asshole."
He leaned down to her, offering his hand. "Come on." As he pulled her up from the floor he let her take a moment to gather her bearings, to draw her outsized boots beneath her slender frame. "What floor are you on? We should take the stairs, let you walk this shit off."