Fred was quite happy by the arm holding. She was more than willing to walk with him; she'd missed people from her own reality.
"Comic book heroes, and television heroes - none that we would know, probably. Pretty certain the show didn't exist in our reality. I've met some bad guys too. I met Norman Bates. He's an okay guy actually. Sort of gray. Literally, he's black and white, which is weird to say, seeing as it's all grays not really black and white." Fred softly squeezed him as best she could. Just happy to see him. They weren't best friends before she left, but she liked him. He was always willing to help, even when it did put him out a bit.
"Holtz. The guy who knew Angel? From his past? Wanted to hurt Angel and Darla - not that I blame him about Darla, but Angel had changed. Yeah, kinda. I've been here a few years. It doesn't mean I don't think about what was happening before I left, but I've kind of died at least once, and turned into a zombie almost another time. Lots of things have happened. I'm sorry." She was a little disappointed in herself for forgetting what she'd left. She should be trying harder to get back, not that it really matters because she knew she existed in her reality even thought she, this Fred, wasn't there.