Goodness... that is a lot of water running out of her hair. He shakes a handkerchief out of his breast pocket with a flourish and offers it to her.

"Here. I'm glad you're unharmed. Though, I worry you may catch your death of cold out here with all that water." She may notice that he is doing nothing to add to the body heat, because he has none. But, she could just as easily mistake the chill in his limbs as a product of the fact he isn't wearing anything in the way of a winter coat.

"I don't believe we've met before. I am Lord Erik Osborne."