[Alan catches the woman before she can fall, reacting with a hunter's speed as he grabs her elbows and steadies her, merely wincing as her head glances off his chin. Holding her away a little, he releases her when he's convinced she won't fall over and they stand there...staring at each other.

And then he remembers he's just wearing gym shorts.

Blushing a little, he folds his arms...not that he's trying to cover up, it's a purely defensive gesture, mind you...and nods, trying to look invested in what she's saying instead of uncomfortable about being half naked in front of a kind of frumpy, but otherwise attractive older woman.]

You could say that, yeah. I, uh...I haven't been here long, so I'm assuming this is one of those flood things?

[Those same hunter's eyes are looking her over, however...being that Lydia Martin is his best friend, he's sort of learned to play the role of gay best friend...minus the gay part...and is noting her clothes along with the closet full of girls' stuff in his own cabin.]

My closet's full of...girls' stuff...if you woke up with guy stuff, you're welcome to see if you can find anything to wear in mine? [He pauses, offering her his hand.] I'm Alan, by the way.