Anthony stood there in an awkward and aloof way, moving his arms every few moments as if not knowing what to do with them. It's not exactly often that he finds himself before a crying, drunk young woman, asking her how she is. Though he would have maybe even been offended at the girl's rudeness, he kept his face blank, and didn't even make one snarky comment about it. But he couldn't help but wonder who this woman was and where she came from and why she was crying here in some random bar all by herself. It was dangerous for her. Some man could see her, drunk and vulnerable and alone, and do unspeakable things.

Afterall, she certainly seemed wealthy enough to have her own mansion or whatever that she could cry in without anyone else seeing her. Though the curiosity remained, Anthony didn't ask her anything of it, not now at least. He wasn't the best at talking to.....emotional people, but he figured that that wouldn't be exactly good.

"Alright, then, miss," he shrugged his shoulders slightly, looking at the woman. It was extremely obvious that she was not fine, but if she didn't want to tell him that then he won't pry. Anthony was almost ready to just apologize and leave her to wallow in her own sorrow, when the woman spoke again and invited him to sit.

So, he nodded at her in thanks and did that, of course. Sat and looked at the woman before him. If he were a monster he might have considered her an excellent target. "So," he said, breaking the silence between them. "pardon me for saying this, ma'am, but you don't exactly look fine." Smooth.