In a different circumstance, with different people, Kavinsky probably would've been tempted to reply with something sarcastic. Right now, it didn't even cross his mind. He wasn't the only one in a strange new place, new situation, wondering what the fuck was going on--and it seemed like he was having a somewhat easier time so far than some people. He wasn't okay but he could pretend. He was good at that; he had a lot of practice.

"Yeah, of course." He made his way over, closed the distance between them. "You need to lean on me?" He wasn't the least bit daunted by the blood, despite wearing a white tank top. He'd never really given a shit about his belongings, and not just because his family was rich. If blood got on his shirt, he'd get another one.

"And, guess I should ask before it's too late, but- do you need a hospital?" He still had no idea where one would even be, but he figured if it was needed, he could get her into the hotel lobby and ask someone at the front desk to call for an ambulance. It was a small comfort to have that as a plan b.