"Not scared," Henry replied, shaking his head. "Just worried you might be hurt or something." He took a moment to absorb the rest of her words. "Your husband? No, I'm sorry. I haven't seen anyone yet besides you. Were you supposed to meet here?"
He looked around, as if trying to take in the lake front decking from a different perspective. If not for the thick fog, and what he himself knew (or at least thought he knew) about where he was, it could indeed have been a perfect meeting spot for couples.
He turned his attention back to her, still finding it strange she wouldn't look directly at him. He took a couple steps closer, not directly forward but slightly to one side, so that he he had an angle to see her just a little more than what she'd turned to show him. Oh good. He thought maybe she'd been turned away because she had injured herself, or something or someone else had injured her, and she was trying to hide it. But now that she'd turning just a little and he's stepped a bit to the side, he doesn't think so. She looks alright, just as she'd said she was.
"I... well, I can help you look for him, if you want?" he offered. "Seems kind of dangerous to wander around alone in fog this thick." He decided it was better not to say anything more about why else it might be dangerous. She might not know. Besides, what if he were wrong? Everything but the fog had seemed... well, unnervingly normal, so far. So, better to just take things as they came, instead of sounding crazy.