She breathes deeply. Carefully. Rána does not care about her, but he hasn't knowingly left her here without a lifeline, he has not suddenly stopped caring about whether she's terrified, he did not invite his brother to his room and then fail to warn her or explain this, he is not more terrible than he was this morning. He's just not here. A fairy who looks like him and doesn't know her at all is here.

...this is also, actually, pretty terrifying. Possibly more terrifying.

She is so thankful that she hasn't touched the food yet. She goes on not touching the food.

"Sorry. I was - confused."

He takes several steps away while she is thinking all this through and raises his hands in the air as if to make a point about how they're not holding anything.

"Uh, okay. It's fine. Would you....like me to leave."

 No, then she would be alone except for that other person over there, but if she shakes her head - 

"I don't - I don't want to make requests, or anything - "

Well what the fuck do you do with that. 

He can think of lots of people who'd think he was dangerous to be around and some who'd think he was dangerous to accept food from but he actually can't think of anyone who'd think he's - whatever she seems to think he is. But then, alternate universes. In one of them Karen was a Slayer and in the other she worked for Wolfram and Hart.

"Okay," he says. "I'm going to go sit down ...over there, I guess. The food's not - poisoned or anything, it won't hurt you in any way, I just got it because it seemed like you might need to eat -"

"'m not supposed to accept favors," she says, quietly. "I don't think. If you're not him."

"Him being - the alternate universe me? Rána?"

Nod. She can answer questions, that's good, that'll pay off whatever debt she accidentally incurred before she started thinking about it.

He looks anxiously at the stairwell. Maitimo's not back. He might be a year, or something. 

"I feel like I have not succeeded at communicating that nothing bad is going to happen here. I don't - know where my assumptions are wrong."

"I just - I don't want to get stuck here without him. Or my son, he's still - he's with - the person who is I guess not your father."

"You're not stuck. You can go back through the door anytime. It'd mean a lot to us if you didn't, yet, because Milliways is really useful and if your world stays in contact with it it might be able to help you too, but you can leave any time you want."

Nod.

Maybe if he just sits here for a while she will eventually calm down or think about a clear explanation of the situation.

She is calming down a tiny bit but is not going to offer useful information without being asked for it because that's rude and she is hardly in a position to be rude.

He's not expecting her to talk he's hoping she'll think about things more clearly than she's currently doing.

Well, she's pretty scared, and she didn't fully process the thing about time being stopped, so she's still hoping that Rána will find her soon, hopefully before she messes up and asks for something, because then she will belong to other people, and she is really supposed to avoid belonging to other people, because even though she's mostly just a slave right now she's at least not a mistreated slave, and she's pretty sure things can still get significantly worse from there.

She snuggles her baby and waits.

He walks over to Faith and whispers. 

"I don't think I should be talking to her right now but I think someone needs to?"

"Wow. If you think I'll be better at it you must be desperate."

"Well, here's the problem, right, she's convinced that she shouldn't talk to anyone until her Rána comes through the door, and I'm not sure she caught the thing about how he won't."

"Gotcha."

She grabs her popcorn and hops down from her barstool and heads over to the trembly lady with a baby.

"S' a cute kid. How old?"

" - I don't remember. Nine, ten months, I think."

"Don't remember, huh?"

"Fairies don't keep time the way I'm used to."

"Huh. Never met any fairies, myself."

What the hell does that mean, man?