Feeling the soft form of a woman against him, Rhys instinctively gets an arm around her waist to steady her.<br/><br/>"Tis nah a problem love," he says with a smile, "and ye'll pox that one good, I see."<br/><br/>He turns to the cabbie easily, still letting his arm linger around Marissa's waist. "Meself an the lady'll need yah, if'n she'll have mah comany. The others could prolly use one as well."