No harm done at all, Aerith takes it like a champ with little more than a shrug and a sigh after the initial wounding of pride.

"Well, that's fair. I needed help with my hair the last time I got this dressed up, it's a lot of work on short notice." Especially considering when it's down it was more than waist length and dense. She glared at a loose curl, then really looked at him. The way he seemed ready to vibrate out of his skin or need a really long nap. Even if she didn't have a decent read on people's emotions anyone who wasn't blind or deaf would probably be able to tell this man was stressed. Especially after that little outburst, which wasn't really little at all. So she keeps her voice quiet, pointing towards a corner of the room where the lights were dimmer and it was out of the way of the rest of the crowd.

Which probably meant it was for illicit activities, but a quiet spot was a quiet spot when desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Hey, do you want to find a spot to sit down for a little while? You look like you need some quiet time away from all of this." With a dismissive flap of her hand, she encompassed the whole room, the patrons, the gaudy trappings.