When he jerks at her touch, she falls still and her pulse lurches in her neck. She swallows tightly, letting him make the next move and not wishing to rush him. It's clear he's been through something horrible and come out rather on the bad end of it, but she'll still help if he'll let her. He seems barely concious of her being next to him, his gait unsteady and stilted, but when he releases the suitcase to her she offers him a smile of encouragement.

"Very good... come..." He's not stringing together complete sentences, but she knows well the condition she was in when she arrived, so she's not making any judgments or presumptions. Instead, she steers him toward the chair, grateful he comes along without much of a fuss. She shakes her head at his thanks, smile not quite reaching her eyes. "It's fine. There is no need to thank me."

She sets the suitcase down in the floor next to the chair and drops down to kneel next to him, looking him over in concern. Her smile slips away altogether as he looks to be in pain... or confused... she's not entirely certain, but he looks miserable. "We don't know for certain... It is an inn... ahh... A hotel... But we do not know where we are for certain and it seems like we are all from different places and times." She grimaces at her own words.
"I know how that must sound, but there are several dozen of us here in this building and the general consensus is that this place bridges several worlds... I don't know how or why... And I don't know why we're here." A beat, an then echoed softly and genuinely. "I'm sorry I don't know more."

She falls silent, looking uncomfortable and fidgets before meeting his gaze again. "What is your name?"