You don't have one? [uncommon, but not unknown. some people were old-fashioned, or had medical complications. unfortunately for Castiel, there's no external device she can point to; it's all internal wiring, and ubiquitous enough that it also doesn't occur to her that he wouldn't recognize the term.] Don't worry, it's not working anyway. [and she vanishes into the train.

she wouldn't think of herself as a savior. just another person doing the job in front of her.

she doesn't want to leave the stranger alone for too long, and returns to him after pulling the last three bodies out and checking the ones he rescued before he got there. two dead, several with injuries or smoke inhalation. she sends the most mobile one off down the train line to check in with survivors from other cars -- an ambulatory communications signal -- and drags a sturdy broken branch over to the improvised bench where the tall man sits, suppressing a sigh upon seeing that he hasn't even attempted to treat himself.

okay, new plan. simple can be better, when people are this deep in shock.] Thanks for waiting. It's all right now. I've triaged the others; can I check your eyes for concussion? [he's lucid enough to make his own choices, so she won't touch his head without permission.]