[No problem, my dear! Eff work!
"Hello," she answered, sounding far less awake than he. Her eyes flickered up to meet his, seeing in their glittering depths a kind of heightened awareness, a false sort of wakefulness she thought she recognized. It took a moment for the truth to sink in, but it did; his was a look she had seen many a time while at work, that of a party animal fresh from its natural habitat. She glanced down to his feet: bare, a development she now found entirely unsurprising. Tired though she was, she could not resist sharing what she felt should be obvious, feeling it her unspoken duty to do so. This, at least, was a narrower topic than his evident intoxication, and an easier subject to broach upon a first meeting.
"You shouldn't be out like that," she chided. One slender hand lifted, gesturing, palm-up, toward his naked skin. "You'll step on something. Even the lobby isn't always as clean as it is tonight." She shook her head, mumbling what sounded like tetanus just below her breath.