He nods. "Unfortunately, such strangeness is very typical for the islands. They... want to have us confront things from our pasts that are uncomfortable for us."

After helping her up, Malcolm offers her his arm as they walk back towards the street. It's the gentlemanly thing to do, and they'll look as if they blend in a bit better.

Malcolm's debating how much to question her about what just happened. He doesn't particularly want to trigger another panic attack in her just to satisfy his own curiosity.

"I'm Malcolm," he says, deciding to start with names.