"Don't sweat it, rescuing damsels in distress is what I do," the satyr said looking back at her, giving her a warm smile. "I'm Iobacchus by the way. Come, let's get you somewhere warm, I'm starting to freeze myself. I seem to have lost my jacket somehow..." Iobacchus chattered on as he lead her out of the park, out on the almost deserted New York streets.