[Give the woman a nickname? Without her permission??? His Victorian sensibilities would strike him down at the thought. But his expression softens at her acceptance, and even lets out a chuckle(!) at the comparison between his and her persistence. Van Zieks isn't known as the sort to give up once he's set his mind to something, that's for sure.]

As you say.

[He returns the bow of her head with a bow of his own, folding his arm across his middle as he does: a more formal gesture that holds a sort of deliberate elegance.]

I shall look forward to those future possibilities—but for the time being, perhaps I could offer a simpler support, if just to allow you a chance to reach your destination without stumbling?

[His bar doesn't open for a few hours, anyway, and most of his errands can wait for the sake of aiding someone truly in need. Plus, it would just be unpleasant to watch her wobble away without some guarantee she wouldn't end up on her face...]