With her attention fully on the women, she couldn't help but startle at the sudden appearance of someone behind her, asking if someone was there. Without even thinking, she huffed and turned towards the taller man. Despite the inappropriateness of the moment, she couldn't help but snap back. She hadn't done anything to this man, nothing to warrant his tone of voice and the stress of being snapped at combined with the stress she was already feeling in regards to this woman tripped a wire. "No, no one is in there. I am just standing here, talking to a door to look like a fool as one does."

Grey eyes flickered between the man and the door, her emotions warring back and forth in a spiraling urge to want to help Miss Marlowe, chew out the dark-haired man, and just turn around, get James, and demand to leave. However, the door to the bathroom opened before she could make up her mind, thus making it up for her.

The woman hadn't given her the correct title, which, she supposed, was irrelevant at the time, but it left her fumbling on what to call the women. "Marlowe, please." Calling someone just their last name felt silly, but she preferred it to looking like a bumbling fool as this man likely already thought she was. "You really don't look well. If there isn't anything I can do to help and you wish to go home, at least let me call you a cab. I simply cannot let you walk, not if you are ill."

Had she brought the coin to pay for a cab far? That might have been something she should have checked before offering but she hadn't thought that far in advance.