She crouched at his feet, a trembling mass of fear.
She made no move to respond.
"Can you talk?"
The trembling increased.
Well, this is disconcerting.
"Hey. So. I'm assuming you have no place to go. So, uh. I'm just gonna pick you up. Ok? I'm gonna carry you to my place."
He moved as he spoke, stooping to awkwardly shift the rumpled form into his arms.
"Whoa, hey, I'm not gonna do anything! I just wanna get you someplace warm and dry. Even hobos have the sense to get out of this weather, ya got me? So stop shakin' like that!"
He wondered briefly if she'd somehow swallowed a vibrator. It hadn't seemed possible at first, but her shuddering had increased at the moment he’d mentioned home.
"What, you wanna freeze t'death?"
Slowly, in a movement so tiny it was barely perceptible, the drenched head nodded.
He was silent a moment, absorbing this new information.
"…well, I don't wanna see you die. That good enough for ya?"
After a long moment's hesitation, that barely perceptible nod came again.
"Alright. I'm just gonna take you home then."