The man started speaking again, and she blinked, her suspicious glare after the jogger becoming simply guarded as she looked to him. He was asking for an escort, and she eyed him for a moment. The expression that had annoyed her faded away and was replaced with a more childish gin and--and he burped. She wrinkled her nose in response to that as she pondered her choices. He could be planning on trying something, but she knew she'd feel bad if he woke up in a ditch the next morning. Besides, better he try to hurt a paladin than any other defenseless human--she'd be able to keep an eye on him. "Okay, I guess," she agreed hesitantly. She brought her hand up to her phone that had been spilling music out into the air since she stopped and silenced it, leaving the earbuds hanging at her shoulder. "But from now on, maybe you should consider staying in when you drink," she scolded.