Jacks eyes were full of concern, which did not elleviate when she spoke. She did not sound drunk - could she have been drugged? It didn't seem likely but then one never did know. 'Come along then Miss Gallivan' he said gently. Accepting her small hand on his shoulder to stablise herself.
He offered her his hand and proceeded to guide her up the staircase to the wide open deck of the ship.

There was still a cocophany of noise and lights on the main part of the deck, so he didn't let go of her hand until he had guided her towards the railings of the ship where the darkness of the night all but obscured the water below and there was a strapping breeze blowing across the black lake which he hoped would blow the cobwebs away. 'Do you know what brought on the faint?' he probed gently, still trying to work out if he ought to send for her brother, or if it was one of those faints some ladies were prone to that might pass with a moment and some fresh air.