She didn't seem all right at all. When she grabbed his arm, he stopped and looked at her. She hadn't been afraid before, but it was clear she was now. "Right, let's get you safe," he said, his British accent lilting over the vowels. "I know where we can go."
The strangeness of the City streets was welcome now. He helped the young woman up from the pavement, frowning at how gaunt she looked, and wrapped one arm around her waist. "Are you all right, ah, you know, ah, physically?" he asked a little sheepishly. It was rude to stare, but she just seemed so breakable. He worried that walking might be too much for her. Why was she huddled on the street?
He himself had only been walking for a few minutes, himself. He hoped Caritas was still close at hand. Whether she was all right or not, they still had to walk, and so he guided her (with some urgency) down the street where he'd come, hoping to see something familiar soon.