[ Eddie stares at the hand that's offered to him for a few solid seconds before he realizes the person is trying to help him up. In his defense, people don't look like this where he comes from. Tattoos are a rarity in themselves, but ones this intricate and this visible? And his nails are painted? ]

Whoa.

I mean - yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, man.

[ Grabbing the stranger's hand, Eddie struggles to his feet, nearly losing his balance again a few times. When he's fully upright and stable again he lets go of his hand in favor of the railing again, offering him a smile. ]

Sick ink, by the way. I'm Eddie. You must be here for the Walkman too, right? I can't wait to listen to something that isn't this poppy bullshit.