Entering the 7-11, you meet yourself face to face with your favorite snacks. Grabbing a couple, you back up and bump into someone. A fault of yours, sure, whipping around to see Alexei, the 6' Russian, look at you on the ground. He was handcuffed, holding out a hand for you. He looked dirty. And yet, he smiled at you with a hand out to help you up.

What do you do?