{ Thomas doesn't actually message anything back. Part of that is because he doesn't feel like playing games when she clearly needs assistance and anything public would require a certain amount of 'games'. Whereas, given that he was just about at the McAran building himself to see if the front desk attendant knew anything about business licenses, well...

It's easier to walk.

He makes his way over to her, holding up his CALL device with the engraved back showing as he waggles it her way. See? He got your call. Just answering the call.

He's already got his coat over one arm and holds it out as he makes his way to her. }

So just need to bum a shower and some clothes, eh?

{ It should be noted, because it's impossible not to, that should one be the sort to be attracted to men, one is almost certainly attracted to Thomas. Dark curls, ice blue eyes, sensuous features, and a body (despite a rather goofy Zelda-based t-shirt and ratty jeans) that gives people ideas. Dirty ideas. Lots of dirty ideas. TL;DR: he's pretty much walking sex.

...this is not something he can turn off, nor is it what he really wants to deal with right now, but there's a person in distress and he's here and he's not a good guy, not even remotely, but he does his best not to be a total dick. }

I've got a hotel room a few blocks up and I'm sure we can find something for you to wear.