Aha, cute. [There's a pat on his rear for it before her arm's offered for him to lean on: they might both be in poor shape, but together they certainly stand a better chance.]

Yours. Should be sober enough to manage my own way after that-- and possibly save you the trouble of a cold stare or two. [or worse, given how Charlie might feel about Victor Sullivan turning up on his doorstep with no prior warning.]