"You okay?" He reached out on instinct in attempt to help catch her should she fall, but stopped short. She had caught herself. Despite his rugged features, he was kind. There was relief in his dark eyes. His own were not blue, but a deep shadowy grey like clouds in a thunder storm. Dark hair clung to his face messily, but he didn't bother to push it away. "Sorry. Wasn't payin attention. " He admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Dis is gonna make me sound like a total whack-bag, but believe it or not yer in Kansas. " She didn't seem to have any idea how she got where she was and seemed even a little disoriented. That left him with only a couple options to judge who she was. Either she was an escape mental patient, or she was another displaced person. There seemed to be a lot of displaced lately so Casey was going to take a leap and chose the later of the two. Using his brain for once he decided to think before speaking.
"Let me guess, you were just someplace completely different?" He had a deep New York accent. It was obvious he didn't exactly blend in with the city. "Don't worry, you ain't alone. It happened to me too. " He offered in hopes she wouldn't freak out on him.