Oh, that wasn't good. He looks around, trying to find something for her to breath into, but all he has is his pocket handkerchief. It was a poor replacement, but hopefully it might do the trick. He glanced at the man beneath the dome, but was sure that whatever that field was it could contain him for a few moments. The electric shock should keep him down and out for awhile yet.

"Here you are, miss," he said, holding out the golden cloth to her. She could breath into it, he hoped, simulate a bag. Even if there was one out here in the alley, he wouldn't dream of giving it to her. Who knew where it could have been? "You all right? He was a bit rough with ya', though you got a hell of a kick." He smiled a little, pushing his glasses up his nose.