He is kind when she tripped and her cold drink splashed upon him. Strange of her to trip, though, as she's always very careful. Of course, no one can ever be perfect. While waiting for her dear companion to show up, the stranger and his friends speak with her. They are an older bunch, and she feels as though she has seen them before. What concerns her is the ominous feeling she has around them. Her gut tells her to stop speaking with them, but it's far too rude for her to do just yet.
He, the one once covered in her drink, requests she walk with him to his vehicle to get another shirt, to keep him company, after all, she did spill her drink on him. Despite the churning of her stomach, she agrees with a nod. With a grin, one that unsettles her, he takes her hand and begins to lead her away.
She looks over at him meekly, speaking in her soft voice, "Please be quick, I'm waiting for a friend still..."
