"I'm sorry you were, too." He can't get it, he knows. Not completely. Not totally. He's never lived in a zombie apocalypse, and he's guessing she's never grown up in a hospital, in complete isolation. "But it's...like I said. Mirror, Real - I don't care. You shouldn't be alone in this."

She deserves, like so many others, to have someone in her corner. Especially seeing as she's not had many people who would, considering her paranoia, her distrust that someone would do so without there being some kind of gambit at work behind the scenes.