The gentleness is what unravels her. She doesn't know what to say, can't get herself to ask what he means by beings. Instead she turns around and hugs herself against him, face pressed to his shoulder. It's entirely impulse and entirely for her own comfort, the anxiety thrumming through her counteracting the weirdness of hugging a stranger like she'll drown if she lets go.

"I'm nobody, though. I don't get why I'm here."