Vander helped Cid off of him, lifting a leg from the floor to keep the guy from collapsing, though his expression was bemusement as he pushed his sweat-darkened hair from clinging to his neck. "You sure you can even walk?"

He was pulling his shirt down, having not prepared a clean-up strategy given the unexpected nature of this encounter in the first place. Then he was tugging up his trousers again, aware both of them were messy and sweaty and this whole trolley smelled like sex. Probably best to make an escape at the offer.

He tossed Cid's trousers to the man. "I'd appreciate a clean up opportunity. If that means stepping off here for it, all the better." There was a sexual ride joke in there on the tip of his tongue, but he decided against it.

He reached down to grab Cid's box of beer and rose to his feet smoothly and the trolley was coming to a slow stop.

Vander smirked. "Want me to carry you?"