...do you- need help, miss? [He's just as confused and disoriented as anyone else here, but so far he's complied with every instruction given, mostly waiting for the other shoe to drop. Gal Friday is unnerving in ways that don't show on his face, he wears the garishly bright lei on top of his dark clothes and jacket like a shock collar, and he's a little more tightly wound than usual, checking out anyone else who might look like crew with a long, hard stare and studying the other passengers with a quiet but intense sort of scrutiny over their behaviour, their attire, the things they say and don't say.
But he's fairly satisfied that no one else really knows what the hell is going on, and he's a sucker when it comes to helping out people who might look like they need a hand.]
May I? [He slowly lifts and shows her his empty gloved hands, turning his right hand to point at one of the clasps where the strap got twisted around and snagged in the clip, on her side towards her back where she can't get a good look at it.]
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But he's fairly satisfied that no one else really knows what the hell is going on, and he's a sucker when it comes to helping out people who might look like they need a hand.]
May I? [He slowly lifts and shows her his empty gloved hands, turning his right hand to point at one of the clasps where the strap got twisted around and snagged in the clip, on her side towards her back where she can't get a good look at it.]