To say that this place had put Liara on edge would have been an understatement. From all manners of confusions from the science end of things, to a tangled web of emotions she was in no way ready to address, Liara knew she needed to get out. She had to walk around, she had to clear her head. It was what had pulled her from place to place and building to building, letting her get the lay of the land and, as she rounded a corner, stumble upon a woman who she almost mistook for one of her own.
Her eyes flitted over the missing hand first, with her reflexes dropping her gun hand down to her waist. Wounded. Was the first thought and it was quickly followed up by 'Not seeking help'. There were very few types of people who fit into those categories as far as she knew her world to be...but she had to remember she wasn't in her own world. If she'd showed up here injured, she might not have looked for help either.
"Excuse me." She offered quietly. "Do you require medical attention?" Even still, her hand never left the comforting touch of her holstered sidearm.