Juliet, on the other hand, wasn't a leader. So when Kate began giving orders, she turned her full attention to the man whose name she didn't know.
The closest she'd ever come to asserting herself had been regaining her independence by getting out from under her ex-husband's control. That had been no easy task, and had it not been for Rachel, she didn't think she would've had the courage to do it. She was a follower: Juliet went where she was needed and did whatever she felt was right at the time.
Once they got this guy settled somewhere, she too intended to branch out and lend a hand elsewhere, but she knew that it was important to pace herself. These people were hurt, and they were incredibly frightened. Even if there was nothing she could do for them medically, she had every intention of supporting them emotionally or helping them find something or someone they'd lost along the shore. The truth was that it was going to get a lot worse before it got any better, and even though she was absolutely terrified, she couldn't allow herself to express her fear. Oddly enough, suppressing her emotions almost felt natural, and yet she had always openly cried when she felt sad and laughed when she felt happy.
... Clearly her brain was still foggy.
Juliet was impressed by how promptly and easily Kate took initiative - was she perhaps even jealous? However, that ambivalent feeling quickly passed as the woman turned back to her and assured her she was fine. Nodding politely, she danced around the question of how she was. "I'll live."
She was grateful when she and Kate were joined by a group of charitable volunteers willing to help them move the unconscious man - grateful because the interruption prevented her from having to give a more appropriate response. Really, she was only a little banged up. Her pain had already begun to subside, though it was very possible that maybe she was merely trying to will it away.