As much as he tried to resist, the girl's smile was infectious. Cute, even, with an innocent quality to it that caused Noah to mimic it without even realizing it. "It's never the greatest experience, don't worry." He assured her, but it was obvious that she ran the risk of getting lost all over again if she had the opportunity to go off on her own and find a means of transportation. 

At her suggestion, Noah raised his brows, and he nearly looked behind him to double check that she wasn't talking to someone else. But no, it was only him. Coffee-less, late for work, still groggy from that fourth beer the night before, but she was asking him for some genuine help. And strangely enough, that kind of simple question of kindness from a stranger didn't happen every single day. Everyone was too wrapped up in their morning coffee, their newspaper, their cell phone. Well - the coffee and cell phone were both shot for them, so it made sense. 

He was fairly certain, though, that he probably didn't look like much more than a thug to her, which he was used to. His stereotypical Bostonian accent was thick. On top of it, he was Italian. He'd lived his entire life with people thinking he was stupid the second he opened his mouth to say anything. His appearance didn't help, but it was a source of individuality; of the art he never got to produce himself. And she...had this simple beauty about her. He wouldn't have called it 'plain' by any means. Just...simple. And that was actually a bit refreshing. 

What would twenty more minutes be, anyway? He was already late for work, and it wasn't as though he hadn't been yelled at by his father before. 

"Yeah. Yeah sure, I can walk with ya. C'mon, it's just this way." He motioned with his head in the direction he'd been walking from before their collision. "I'm Noah, by the way. Now you don't have to feel bad about trusting a complete stranger." He extended his hand to her easily.