As they move through the press of the crowd, all strange faces and loud music and bright lights, he leans in close to her, his hand lifting behind her back without touching her, to make sure no one else can. He can feel his forearm deflecting other people, and he keeps his eyes on her face, a slight smile on his own.

Once they're out and she pulls a fan out, he drops his arm and offers her an easy smile. Pulling out his phone while she catches her breath, he calls for a taxi and is hanging up by the time she's speaking again.

"It's okay, seriously. Like I said, I'm a cop, so I can't just ignore someone in trouble. Not in my nature. Besides, I need to get back to Community Housing too. I live on the second floor, with a roommate."