[The woman continues to look around, taking everything in as well as she can. Upon hearing that she was hurt, she lifts an arm to inspect it. She stretches it out and turns it around, and it looks okay. Any cuts that may have been on her arm were healed by Becky's efforts, leading the woman to wonder what was wrong.] I don't feel hurt... [Did she remember anything? It takes her a moment, but she gasps and trembles lightly before she responds.] I remember... being afraid. I don't know why... [She moans before raising her hands to her face to hide it as she sobs. Her mind won't let her recall what happened. It wants to spare her the trauma.]

[Reiko returns a similar look to Becky, frowning and furrowing her brow in concern, before patting the woman on the shoulder gently in an attempt to calm her down.] Shh, shh. You're okay. You don't have to think about it anymore. [As she continues rubbing the woman's arm, Reiko asks Becky,] Could you wet a washcloth for me? There's a drawer of them next to the sink. [Indeed, there's a portable sink set up on Becky's side of the cot. But before she can head over there, Reiko continues, this time in a forceful whisper.] And do you know of any way to distract her from thinking about what happened? It's too early for the big news!