Slipping his ticket back into his pocket was the easier of the two tasks she'd just made for herself. She just had to let him help her to sit up. The second, extricating herself, was going to take much longer, and she committed. She let herself show a very real wince - she'd not caught herself properly in the fall, having had one hand occupied keeping his ticket out of sight - and blinked at somewhere in the vicinity of his left ear.

"No, no-- Ah, Romeo? Is that you?"