He was on his way back to the flat, feeling quite weary, but mostly from the small bag of groceries he'd been carrying. He spots the monsters easily enough, though the young woman more easily than that, seeming to be overwhelmed by it all.

Of course there would be a human in distress on tonight of all nights when he actually has high quality food to get safely back to his Frigidaire. He was a little tempted to pretend he hadn't noticed her but it was rather obvious. His wings twitched in irritation, but he set his groceries to the side (and hopefully safe and out of the way), and approached her , hands clasped in front of him.

"You seem to be in need of some assistance, my dear." It wasn't the first time he wished he had his full powers so he could have miracled her to safety without altering his stride a jot. Oh, for the good old days.