Yes, she's concerned about the girl.

Val had been to enough parties to know that some guys would try to get a girl so shitfaced drunk that she would pass out and therefore offer no resistance to (or recollection of) being fucked by strangers. She wanted to make sure this wasn't the case with that girl.

"Hey, are you okay?" Val asked the blonde girl, who was spitting out the taste of vomit from her mouth.

"Yeah, she's okay," the guy wearing the college's basketball team jersey and his red cap backwards answered.

"She doesn't look okay." Val ignored him and stepped up to the girl. "What's your name, sweetie?"

"I'm... I'm... going to... urk..." the blonde gasped before vomiting again.

Val held the girl's long hair back to make sure it wouldn't get covered with puke.

"Hey, babe, she's okay," the other guy, wearing a hoodie and his cap slightly tilted to the side, said and grabbed Val by the wrist. "Why don't you come with me and we'll let Travis and Aubrey party by themselves?"

Val looked down at his hand on her wrist and then at him with an 'Are you fucking serious?' look on her face a moment before giving him a sultry smile. "What's your name, babe?"

"Trent," he replied with a grin, pulling her close to him.