"Yes," he said, offering her his hand. "Bertie Wooster, how do you do? You're the girl who told me about the music room, aren't you?"
Now that he was closer, he could see that the girl was really only a kid, which did rather increase the need to provide balm for her troubled whatsit. He looked at her in concern.
"I say old thing, are you alright? You have something of the appearance of a damsel in distress, and the Code of the Woosters forbids me to stand idly by in the circs."