[He looks her over with a critical eye over his shoulder] Well, you're certainly too angry to be any elf I've ever met, too drawn for a dwarf, and you'll have to forgive me if I don't see a touch of the ... divine about you, particularly.

[And he'll give her his idea of a reassuring, charming smile] But if it helps at all, it's my job to assist damsels in distress. [He seems to reconsider after glancing over her again] Or... something like that. [Either way, he moves to yank open the door to his little black car] Look lively now.