"Bruno..." She assumes that's his name when she reaches out to try to touch his arm. It's much gentler this time, not trying to grab him. Visions just remind her of... Vesuvius. Greece. All those people dying in confused terror because of... her. Them. "It matters, okay? We don't have to talk about it now, but it happened. It matters." She's going to have to keep an eye on this strange man.

"Let's go." And with that, she turns down the corridor and starts walking. He's right in a way. There are other things that need taken care of, and rescuing someone in immediate physical need is going to have to take precedence over... something that sounds like it needs a long talk and a large bottle of wine.