[He blinks at her, discombobulated, but--determined. Relieved, even, to get that kind of reaction and reception. Everything is so out of place, and words are hard, but even still--even still, he flashes a lopsided smile at her. Quick, here and gone, but enough. Another person. She can help. That much is clear. Follow her, trust her.

Hm. Trusting a stranger wholly and implicitly. Surely that's a correct feeling to have and a normal way to act.]

There was-- [Well. He wants to say there was a train crash, but of course she knows that, dumbass. In fact, she looks like she also might be hurt. He peers at her hands, her bright top, frowns. The world tilts, and so does he.] Oooookay, uh, help me sit? Before I fall right on top of you, preferably. Wouldn't mind breaking the fall, but you'd have a hard time moving me. [He's trying hard to keep his words clear enough, even the stupid joking. And through all of that, he still manages:] You okay?

[Hell of a thing to ask when he's the one looking like he might tip over with a strong enough breeze.]