"The Lusitania?" Ian's a little confused at what she means, especially since he's still processing. She saw something that actually happened. She was there for it. He saw... what had he seen? Had that actually happened? If it had, Ian definitely wasn't there for it. And when? His brow furrows and he glances down at her hands quickly, looking for evidence.

"I saw..." The hesitation in his voice was palpable, layered with obvious bewilderment. "I just saw Falcon."

Which in itself was pretty darn weird but less clearly traumatic so maybe the clarification on his end can wait a little. He touches her shoulder again trying to figure out what exactly had happened without probing too much thanks to the explanation of her current state. He asks again, "Are you okay?"

Of course she's okay, but he still has to ask.