Her eyelids started drooping and she leaned against the car. He knew that was his cue. Shrugging his shoulder, Carl allowed the bag of tools to slide free, then dropped it onto the pavement. His hand moved to gently grip her arm, helping support her to keep her on her feet.<br/><br/>"Aria. How fitting. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Hey now... Looks like someone's had a bit of a tough day. You alright?"<br/><br/>When she didn't seem to hear him, he chuckled and muttered softly, "How very perfect you are..."<br/><br/>She began to slide down the car toward the pavement. He didn't want to attract the attention of the convenience store clerk, so he gripped her under both arms and lifted her to her feet. Assuming she would be too limp to stand, he braced the toes of his boots over the toes of her shoes to keep her feet from sliding, then stood close enough to her that his legs would stop her knees from bending too far. Finally, he leaned her back against the car so that she would appear to be standing on her own from a distance.<br/><br/>"I'd be happy to take you home. Looks like you've pushed yourself a bit too far. You should take better care of yourself. Do you think you can walk?"<br/><br/>He saw the bottle begin to slip from her fingers and took it from her. He figured she'd had enough for now. The cap to the bottle was in her other hand and he took that as well. Capping the bottle, he dropped it onto his tool bag.<br/><br/>His eyes were piercing, analytical as he looked her over, assessing her condition. He felt free to take in her beauty as he did so, hoping she wasn't lucid enough to notice. Finally, his eyes returned to her face, checking to see how conscious she was.