"Then maybe you haven't been drinking enough," Lila says dryly, and holds out a hand. "Come on, up with you. If you're having some kind of breakdown we can at least find a better place to have it." This alley, much like many of the ones from her own London, is dirty and has a foul, moist smell to it. She should probably get him back to his apartment so he has a little privacy, too.