[Her fear doesn't subside just because she's been pulled out of her own mind. It still creeps up and coils around her, tighter and tighter until it feels like her heart might pound its way out of her chest. And this very ordinary man with eyes that she isn't sure she's actually seen correctly is a welcome sight, just because it means she doesn't have to be standing here alone.]

I —

[Hesitating to say something means there's a moment where she looks guilty. Not for pausing in her answer, but for having to give him an explanation at all. Ever so slowly, her gaze lifts back upward. Everything looks normal to her now. Or as normal as something in a place like this can seem, anyway.]

I was seeing and hearing things back home. Before I woke up here.

[He'll have to forgive her for the brief answer, because it's all she can give to him right now. But he's been kind enough to stop and help her, to talk to her so she pulls out of it. The least she can do is try to explain herself a little better.]

I thought that maybe they had followed me here.