"Pretty much, yeah," Karen says, her expression apologetic, if warm. In the event that this goes wrong — if the ambulance doesn't get here in time, if there are complications later — she wants him to have something nice to hold onto, some kindness, even if it is from a stranger. For the time being, that's all she can really do for him, set her own worry aside to offer him something nice near the end. Being here now, she's invested anyway. That she doesn't know him, that she doesn't know what happened to him or why, those aren't things to get hung up on right now. He's a person, and one who needs help, and she can do that for him, be that. "Like I said, it sounds crazy. If it helps, I got here maybe a month ago and it was December back home, so I know how weird it is."

That's putting it mildly, of course. He's still talking, though, and that's a good thing, nor does he seem as fazed as she might have expected, which is helpful, too. For him to be panicking now doesn't seem like it would be helpful for either of them, not least with the physical condition he's in, the blood from the gunshot wound hard to look at. She's seen so many bodies lately. Stranger or not, she doesn't want his to be another. "Whatever questions you have, I can try to answer, but I have to warn you, I don't know if it'll be all that satisfactory."