Her pulse was okay, that was good, not great, given the rest of the situation, but not bad. Star jumped at the new person, taking in the unknown face first and the handful of flame second. Because she was practical in the face of danger, she nabbed what was left of the broken glass, and the water in it, to splash him with.
She figured that even though she didn't recognize him, she was a known Resistance fighter, and if he was a Terminator, even an infiltrator unit, he wouldn't bother asking about the situation, he'd already be making with the killy.
She shook her head at the question, she really had no idea what had happened, but they were both fine even in the same room, so it probably wasn't poison gas or anything airborne. She shook her head again, making sure there was no broken glass in the cut before using a shard to cut a strip off the bottom of her shirt, using it as a makeshift bandage, knotting it securely.