He raised an eyebrow at the word [b][color=gray]'vacation'[/color][/b], but didn't comment on it. Noticing her grow unsteady on her feet, he blinked his left eye, almost like he was winking at her. The eye shuddered a bit, then looked her up and down, narrowing. It told him that her body was obviously going through withdrawal. He'd heard that the drug situation was out of control over here.

His eye also told him that she wasn't in danger of dying. A small line of steam trailed out from under the eyelid. He blinked it again briefly, then clasped his other hand on her shoulder gently.

[b][color=007236]"I know what you must think of me. I'm sorry I messed that up for you."[/color][/b]

As she opened her mouth to retort, he let go of her shoulder and raised a finger in a quieting manner.

[b][color=007236]"If you don't want to talk, that's fine. But why not let me help you, like you said? I don't need anything out of it."[/color][/b]

He released her wrist from his grasp, and raised his hands in a placating gesture.