"Consider it done," he says, not able to hide the smile in his voice. The man shirks the jacket of his suit off his shoulder easily. It - and his shirt - are already blood-stained so he doesn't consider it any real loss. Not that he would have otherwise since she's right. He is a gentleman.

Besides, he'll have her number and an excuse to go meet up with her again to retrieve it eventually. Though he'd never admit to that little ulterior motive. The man shifts so that he draws back from her, stands up, and puts the jacket over her admittedly dainty shoulders. He then offers a hand to help lift her up off the ground.