[ the grip is indeed a surprise, something that registers briefly in marco's radar — but dismissed for the moment as he refocuses his attention on the matter at hand. after all, it would not be the first time he's met someone of her stature who could very easily hand him his ass, but admittedly it has been some time since he's come across another who would.

at the very least, he's glad to know that even if he hadn't been around to help her, she would have easily pulled herself down had she been able to grab onto some piece of furniture along the way. ]

Yes, of course—

[ he adjusts his own position, angling himself so that he might be able to reach out and snag her ankle with his free hand. ]

Excuse me, [ he says, rather unnecessarily considering it'd been her suggestion, but it still feels quite wrong to manhandle a young woman, especially one struggling to retain what dignity she can given the circumstances. ]

There — an empty chair. We can try to guide you down that first, then aim for the ground after?

[ slowly, he starts to steer her towards the abandoned seat.... ]