New arrival. Great. She'd probably gotten out of quarantine and taken off running, only to be stopped by him. He could smell her panic and desperation, taste it like brine on the tip of his tongue- so stong it burned and made his mouth water.

"All right, all right, but you need to stop. I need you to listen to me. You're not wherever you came from and he's probably not here. And, sorry to break the bad news, but there's no going back," he said as gently as he could manage. "I'm Jack. Why don't you tell me your name?"