She frowned, eyebrows knitting together as she considered the weight of that remark. Whoever he was, wherever he'd been before this place, it was more than just a little sad if he really believed that -- and given what he looked like and how his shoulders hung, she had every reason to believe that he did.

"Well, I don't," she informed him matter-of-factly, though she didn't advance on him. He already looked like he was prepared to bolt. She didn't want to startle him any further. Whatever it was that was broken in him didn't need any help. He was unsettled enough already.

"What's your name? You seemed like you were looking for someone." Or something. Whatever the case, his wandering didn't seem entirely aimless, but maybe that was just because she wanted to be able to help him so badly.