Picking her up it is then. One hand reaches under her knees while the other settles in at the small of her back before she's hefted up with only the smallest of jostles. She doesn't have to go back outside. He doesn't really want to carry her all the way to the police station. That would get them both a lot of looks, not to mention he is tired enough already.

"Absolutely not." He's already padding toward his bedroom, nudging the door open with his foot before gently setting her down on his futon. For a bedding that is on the floor, it's surprisingly soft. And it smells like him but that's just weird to point out. He shifts her gently so he can pull the blanket over her legs and tuck her in.

"I'll be right down the hall if you need anything." He squeezes her hand once more.