Prue was a bit shocked that he just came right out and asked for a witch or wizard. Well, he'd run into the right woman. Suddenly, everything about him made sense. He'd been brought here from another world. Though his ramblings about Christmas being ruined sounded strange. She opened her mouth to respond, but was silenced by his shaking her slightly, then going all hysterical. Prue's eyes went a little wide in shock as he sunk down to his knees. In that moment, she was glad she wasn't an empath, and that Phoebe wasn't anywhere near here. His emotions must have been over-powering.
"Okay, it's okay. Just try to calm down, please?" She knelt down in front of him, setting a hand on his shoulder gently. "First of all, I can explain what's happened, but it's probably going to be hard for you to understand at first. Second, I am a witch." She had no qualms saying that to him. He obviously didn't hate witches if he was asking for one, and he wasn't evil if he was freaking out this bad. "It's late April here, spring. Christmas and Halloween are still far away." Prue looked over his clothes again, knowing she should get him somewhere, some fresh clothes and maybe some coffee or something. "My name is Prue, what's yours?" She thought they should at least be on first name terms before she tried taking him anywhere else.