Watson presses her handkerchief beneath her nose and once she's managed to extricate her fingers and grip it herself, he releases. She would prefer not to hold onto him whilst sporting her own blood on her hands but, she may not be given much option. As it is, her disorientation is clearing and, as the ringing in her head calms, she can think with more clarity. The headache persists but, well, there's not much to be done about that.

"That was another conversation with another you, who both is and is not yourself," she explains. "Were we to have had a slightly varied interaction, I would have explained that the cryoprecipitate was most important...I...believe you suggested storing my own blood in reserve. I disagreed but, now, I believe I should reconsider. It is a clever idea, well done."

No, she does have to lean on him. With an apologetic grimace she leans on his shoulder and hobbles into the lift.

"The mind is not generally accustomed to recalling multiple instances of the same events. It struggles and creates the memories in a way that can inter-mesh with a linear experience of time. It does not do a very good job of it and, frequently, this is the result," she says and then releases his shoulder to gesture at her face.

Hopefully he will be able to extrapolate that the more variations, the harder the collapse is to process. She is out of breath already and feeling too lightheaded to risk sucking down air like a beached fish. Besides that, it would be rather undignified.