Does the man help her? Who is he?

He goes to her.

His feet pounded against the ground as he rushed toward her, the crumpled clothes still clutched in his hand. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil in his chest. Alex's scream still echoed in his ears, and he could see the panic in her eyes as she froze, her hand hovering over the book. He slowed down as he approached, not wanting to startle her further, and held out the clothes like an offering. "Here, you might want to put these on," he suggested softly, his gaze darting around to ensure they were alone.

The man's voice was soft, laced with a calming intent, though the underlying tension was palpable. "They must have fallen off of you, and you didn't notice," he said, his words spilling out in a gentle rush. "You've been naked for some time." His gaze drifted away, as if the sight of her was too much to bear, yet his eyes involuntarily lingered, drinking in the vision before him. The clothes in his hand seemed to tremble slightly, the fabric rustling against itself as his fingers tightened around them.

Alex's eyes narrowed as she gazed at the tattered remnants of her clothing, her voice tinged with disbelief. "How did they get like this?" she asked, her tone sharp with a mix of confusion and accusation. The man shifted uncomfortably, his grip on the clothes tightening as he searched for the right words.

"They... uh... the squirrels," he stammered, his eyes darting around as if hoping the explanation would magically appear in the air. "In the park. They must have... you know, gotten to them." His voice trailed off, the absurdity of the situation hanging heavy in the air. He cleared his throat, trying to sound more convincing.