"You're bleeding," she protested. You're hardly fine. That was how it was with many of the new arrivals, thought they could handle themselves in the big old city because they'd handled stuff back where they were from. But still, Susan didn't want to see him hurt. She took a deep breath - she couldn't be cross with him. How had it gone with Narnia all those years ago? She'd been pretty stubborn herself.
"You're on Earth. 20th century. In the United States of America, specifically New York City, in the State of New York." She smiled kindly again, "I'll tell you what. Let's make a deal - you allow me to help you, almost as a favour, see. And then, should you need it returned, I'll help to the best I can. Oh, I'm Susan, by the way - Susan Pevensie."