Something about the words, actual words, it shakes Patch out of her shock. Not entirely, mind. Just enough to be able to form words of her own, words that require thought, and not just something learned by rote in childhood.

"Listen, we need-- You can't stay out here. It isn't safe." Her voice is wavering, but her words grow more certain with each second. Not strong, mind, but a little less terrified. "We have to get back to the city. Come on. I can help you." He can lean on her, even though the very thought is turning her stomach. She'll help him get back to where it's safe.