"Someone at Hellsing?" He gently drops her hand once he's sure she's regained her footing. "That's where I work, and where I was eventually headed. If you'd like, I can come back around after you've been through the park, and walk back with you."

But if not, that's also all right; that much is clear from the way he says it, the easy smile on his face.

"I'm Jim," he adds. "Jim Kirk."