"It's a handkerchief," she tells him, mildly offended. It's easier to focus on the real person in front of her than whatever is happening around her, even if there's part of her chattering about potential danger. As far as she can tell, nothing's really tried to kill her yet.

She hasn't a clue if it would hurt or not. Her fingers drum restlessly on Ellis' knee as she surrenders the handkerchief to him. "I'm not, but I haven't the slightest idea how I'm meant to get out. There's some strangeness happening that's nothing to do with me, yet here I am anyhow."