His hands on her leg shocked her back into her senses, and she hissed slightly at his gentle probing. But she didn't try to pull away. She didn't try to move at all. What was the point, really? It wasn't like she was going anywhere.
She brought a hand to her temple, shaking her head as she leaned back against the plane with a much drier laugh. "There isn't anywhere to go," her voice rose a little with each word, bitter, "There isn't anyone here."
The last time it had been, what, four days before anyone found them? Help wasn't coming. It hadn't then, and it wouldn't now. She might have been here before, but she didn't know the way out.
She had to force herself to focus, to think, before answering his question, and when she did, the bitterness was all but gone, "The past. My past. The plane, it..." she didn't finish her that thought. It was obvious what had happened. The plane had crashed.
Nodding toward her leg, she added, "We should, um, stabilize that. I can do it."