Giles is looking at Dave now with a sort of dawning horror. The babble isn't panic at being tossed in a jail cell, with or without an irritable stranger, is it. Is he high on something? Is that what they've thrown him in for? Does he just do this?

To be entirely honest, he has nothing better to pass the time. Perhaps someone should be enjoying the night, and he certainly hopes that the outfit and... demeanor serve some purpose, even if it's surely not for him.

"Oh, attempting to convince several idiots not to complicate their night and mine." He tips his head in a gesture to their general surroundings. "Unsuccessfully."

And, in case he ought to spell it out more effectively for the American, or in case it will head off something inane: "I was trying to break up a fight."