Daylen's hands go out instinctively, as if to -- ward her away? To do what? To do something that doesn't happen, he doesn't know. He was walking through darkness, through endless hallways or tunnels or something. Something underground. Someone was whispering to him, although he could not make out the words, and he has the nagging feeling that other people should be here. Beside him. With him. They should be travelling in a group, and a gut feeling tells him to move on to a goal but he doesn't know what.

The site of another person is welcome, at least, although the stretch of stairs and metal is an abrupt change. He tries to slow the race of his heart, swallows and wets his lips nervous.

"I mean you no harm," he says slowly, and he wants to say something else -- but can't find the words. It's important, it's there underneath, something he should tell her. Something reassuring. He's here to help.