Shae blinked as the woman suddenly rushed to stand, then looked down at his own attire. His clothes were rumpled from having spent the last two nights sleeping in his car, his five o' clock shadow was almost developed enough to walk on its own, his hair was starting to make its own gel, and it looked like some of the taco sauce from his lunch had found a permanent home on his left pant leg- oh, wait, there was some on his shirt, too.
Somehow, that didn't exactly scream law enforcement official to him, but what the hell.
"Don' worry, ma cher, I'm off da clock," he said, mustering up his most charming smile and reaching out to steady her. Okay, so something extremely unusual was going on in the building, and apparently it had sprung into being completely without warning. He was still a little unnerved by the whole situation, but at least he had a great view.
That's right, a whole five feet and four inches worth of dark-haired distraction...give or take a couple of inches.