The wild look in her eyes quickly dissipates as soon as he touches her, and every muscle formerly braced with the sensation of death slowly starts to relax. Ultimately her bewilderment is left as a residual grit of her teeth and clenched fists, and even that eventually gives way to furrowed brows.

"...What was that." Something seemed to happen to him too but hardly what she experienced.

"I... saw the Lusitania."