A Lone figure sat boaredly atop a rail near where the girl had almost fallen. He sat staring at the people that had come to this rather irritating dance. His strange pupiless green eyes glanced over at Kayleigh curiously, assessing the situation. Confidant that she would be fine he returned to his musing. His thick black hair fell about his face in a dissevled mess, giving him a scruffy look. : So much for saving a Damsel in distress: He thought blandly, turning his strange gaze up to the stars. His atire was harldly formal, his shoulders covered in a black shirt that flapped open in the wind. Beneath the silk like fabris was a white undershirt. He has skipped wearing a tie altogether, carring less for formalties. His black pants were wrinkled here and there, adding to his obvious carelessness for such things. " You alright over there?" He asked, glancing over at her, crossing his arms behind his head. " You really should be careful....these things are slick..." He added, pointing to his perch.
