Alar offered a hand to the young woman. His gentle smile widened in an attempt to reassure her, as he registered her conflicting facial expressions as distress. She must be attempting to remain calm in this public setting. Duplicity or manipulation didn't occur to him. He'd always found it difficult to recognize those in a person, unless they were quite direct or cruel about it. Nor did her request seem odd. Perhaps her family were in line for that particular ride.

"Of course. As you wish, I will certainly escort you."

The android slipped his gloved fingers into hers and tugged her into the flowing mass of people. Soon, people began to point and greet both of them, many assuming that Acacia was supposed to be Alar's daughter. He gave a puzzled little headtilt at their attention, but he wasn't certain if he ought to correct them if the girl found their attention enjoyable.

He leaned over to whisper in her ear with a too-serious expression "Shall I tell them you aren't an employee, miss?"