Jack smiled. Master? God another one. Hopefully hers wasn't named Harold Saxon. He tugged on his coat and straightened up. "Now now, Miss. I won't hurt you I promise."
He held her tight as she continued to be greatly distressed. Jack gently picked up off of the slab and set her on the floor of the morgue. He reached down and took her hands and smiled at her as he wiped the tears from her cheek. "Now granted I don't completely object to kisses from pretty strangers but it's not normally in a place like this."
Looking around, Jack sighed. How did one tell someone else they'd been in a morgue? "Not an icebox so to speak, but all that matters now is that you're alright and I can take you out of here."