Her head tips to the side, still distant and detached. She's listening to something far, far away, something only she can hear and babbling in front of strangers is certainly frowned upon but she isn't sure she could stop herself.

It's not jangling anymore, however. It's the steady rhythm of a solid cardiac rhythm.

"He's fine. For now." For now. She looks at them, the state of them, and she sees the blood. "Is that his blood?"