He reminded her of this dog that a neighbor had. A cocker spaniel that was so afraid of its own shadow, it would yelp all the time if it was left alone. Neurotic. Anxious. Jumpy. The only thing that would help calm it down was its owner. Literally just sitting on her master's lap would make a world of difference. She had a completely different demeanor. Like she didn't feel safe anywhere else. Perhaps it was rude to think of another person as a dog (though she was under the impression that most dogs were better than most people) but she thankfully said nothing as she helped the other man to his feet.
Once he spoke again, she came another step towards him. Though she was careful not to move too fast. "My name's Amanda. I'm from Georgia." That seemed like the most proper introduction. She meant to hold out her hand for a handshake but he kept rubbing his hands together in such a way that made her hold back. Not because it was off-putting though. He just seemed easily frightened. Or maybe he was just freaking out from the plane crash, which she was strangely calm about. "Do you need help with anything? Are you hurt? I have a first aid kit in my backpack," she shrugged one shoulder and turned, showing him her bag.