The man lifted his hands up and took a step back, immediately lulling Kimberly into the belief that he respected that she needed space and thus was probably not a threat to her at all. She gave him a small smile of embarrassed appreciation. "Yeah, I've gotten pretty good at cheating Death, you could say," she replied with an uncomfortable laugh. "But I know I drown...I know the feeling of the life being sucked out of you, because it's happened before. How Connor managed to bring me back without all the medical machines and crap Dr. Kalarjin had to use the last time, I have no idea, but I'm not complaining," she replied. Much, she thought, if only because Connor bringing her back to life - if that was the case (and she had to assume it was) - would mean that now he was on Death's list, too, unless Death had already taken him. Kimberly didn't much care to think about that possibility.
But the man offered to help her find Connor and tried to make her feel a bit better, she thought, by suggesting that maybe she was afraid of something bad having happened to Connor when nothing had happened at all. As much as Kimberly wanted that to be true, she wasn't sure just how much faith she could possibly have in that, all things considered. The way he was speaking was soothing enough and the vernacular was interestingly formal, she thought. "Humor me? What year is it?" she asked, curious.
"Nice to meet you," she replied upon being given his name. Although her body language made it clear that she was nervous about doing so, Kimberly extended a hand to shake as the rest of her body stiffened slightly and she clenched her free hand into a repeatedly opening and closing fist at her side. She gave him a small smile when he pointed out that they would never know where they were if they stayed put and she nodded her agreement. "Uh...oh! Yes! I know the library; that's where Connor and I stay," she said quickly and pulled her still damp journal out of her pocket, flipping through the pages. "There's supposed to be a map or something..." she muttered more to herself than to Van Helsing as she looked through. "Ha! Yes! Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and assume that that's the church," she said with a small grin, looking up at the dilapitated building he'd been trying to get into when she'd first come across him. "And the library is...here," she said, running her finger from the church on the page down the road to the library. "But that's sort of all I really know, honestly...I haven't had time to explore," she finished apologetically. And even if I had, I'd have been too damn scared to, she thought miserably but kept to herself.