An angel? Didn't he meet her at the Dawning celebration? Worf's mind was a fuzzy mess right now after getting smashed on Bloodwine. He did not want help but knew he would have to accept her help, otherwise he'd be sleeping on the cold ground all night. It wasn't exactly a very respectable thing to do.

"Very well. I do not need sleep since I am not tired. You are being helpful to me though."

He groaned as he felt himself be helped as he begrudgingly allowed himself to walk with the her back to his apartment. What was left of it, since he had smashed his door in and then many of his possessions. A Klingon's rage was never tempered.