There is a BOOM, and a bright flash of blue-white light, from off to A's left. It's not quite deafening, just loud; and not quite blinding, just very afterimagey; and when the afterimages fade, there is a ragged-edged circle of bare dirt where once there was a grassy clearing, and in the center of the circle there is a pale humanoid figure, currently lying very still.

Anda stabs Aself with the embroidery needle hard enough to draw blood and says "Filth!" about it. People should pick better locations to set off explosives! 

. . . Oh garbage and ruin that human(H) fucked up with the explosives, didn't H. Anda scrambles to A's feet and runs over, shoving the shirt into one pants pocket and grabbing A's handcomp out of another in case A needs to summon emergency medics. A knows the first aid everyone learns in school, CPR and how to clean a cut and splint a bone and whatnot, but that's it.

H is lying motionless on the ground, completely naked and apparently also completely uninjured. H's body is pristine, without so much as a speck of dirt on any visible surface besides those directly touching the ground. H looks to be about eighteen years old and has jaw-length blonde hair which is fanned out around H's head as though blown back by a strong wind, but, much like the rest of H, not dirty or tangled.

The evidence regarding the recent use of explosives in this area is... mixed. There's no crater, just a flat circle of disturbed earth; there's no smell of any residues that might imply chemical explosives. Actually, in terms of smell, the closest comparison is maybe lightning? Bolts of lightning do not normally, however, strike the ground in the middle of a circle of trees and deliver naked unconscious humans there. That's pretty out-there behaviour for a bolt of lightning. Then again, delivering naked pristine unconscious humans is pretty out-there behaviour for any phenomenon that loud and that violently opposed to grass.

This situation makes no sense! At least the naked person (why is H naked??? none of A's business) isn't visibly injured. Anda makes a quick attempt to wake up, just in case, and when that fails checks if H responds to a loud "Hello?" and if that doesn't work whether H has a pulse in her wrist.

No response to the hello. Pulse seems fine. A few seconds after Anda touches H's wrist, H stirs slightly and makes a noise sort of like "wrrrrrnnnghl?"

Oh thank goodness H's not heartdead. "Do you need a medic?"

"Bvrrrn miaauuugh," says H, dragging a hand up to H's face to rub H's temple in a very headache-looking sort of way. H tries to sit up, fails, and blinks blearily up at Anda, then asks a question which might be in a strange language or might just be so badly slurred it's impossible to make out.

"Are you in pain? Do you have full proprioception? Can you understand me clearly?" Anda asks, slowly and with careful enunciation.

H takes a deep breath and rubs H's head and carefully enunciates... some total nonsense. But total nonsense with clearly distinct phonemes, this time!

Okay, this is--probably the kind of medical problem where A can get the stranger some clothes and help H walk to a medic instead of having someone rush over on an all-terrain? A tries to think what's the polite way to check if this person has the use of H's legs without using language or drawing attention to H's lack of clothing. . . . While A figures that out A can get the shirt out of A's pocket and take the needle out and offer it, that seems like it won't hurt.

H accepts the shirt with a grateful, slightly wry smile, sits up again (more successfully this time), tries and fails to brush the dirt off H's back, looks regretfully at the lovely embroidery, then puts on the shirt. It's a bit big on H's slim frame but, unfortunately, not quite overlarge enough to serve as a dress. H does demonstrate some leg usage in the process of sitting up, though.

Great! Not paralyzed! Probably not bleeding internally! Anda is feeling much more okay with A's decision not to immediately dial 4444. 

Now what. 

Maybe H has one of the one-way kinds of aphasia. "Nod if you can understand me?" Also A starts the camera on A's handcomp recording so if the stranger responds in the same conlang or oldlang or whatever it is A can pass it to a transcription webnode and look up what it means.

Nod! Slightly apologetic incomprehensible sentence!

Okay, yup, Anda has heard stories about historians getting whacked on the head and waking up speaking Imperial Peninsular. A doesn't remember whether it fixed itself or they had to learn Convergentlanguage again but at least this person doesn't seem to be too freaked out about it.

"One moment, I'm going to try to translate that . . ." the transcription webnode has a confident transcript--aaaaand it's wrong. Or the language H is speaking is super obscure. Neither the utterance nor any of the words are turning up plausible results in the first two pages.

"Sorry, I'm not getting any results. Do you want me to help you get to the hospital?"

Dubious nose-scrunch. Thoughtful frown. Considering head-wobble. Uncertain shrug. Bonus sentence. (No translation.)

Okay, Anda needs to stop flailing and be systematic about this. "[Nod] means yes, [headshake] means no. Are you physically injured? Are you mentally injured other than in your ability to speak Convergentlanguage? Are you having any urgent problems that aren't either of those?" A pauses after each question to give the stranger time to respond. And also belatedly remembers to switch A's barette to a neutral off.

Physically injured: H prods a few body parts, a knee and an elbow and H's ribs, then decides ultimately on a headshake.

Mentally injured: H thinks about it for a few seconds and then decides on a headshake.

Urgent problems that aren't either of those: H gestures wryly at H's pantsless area, shrugs, and shakes H's head.

Further verbal commentary continues to be untranslatable.

"Would you like help getting home?" Even if H is fully oriented and can read the station names alright with the aphasia H clearly doesn't have a wallet. But then again maybe H has a skinchip and can get home fine and wants Anda to go away and mind A's own business, which would also be valid except A'd like H's message pointer so A can get the shirt back eventually, A put a lot of time into it already.

Dark ironic laughter shading in the direction of tears, though not getting all the way there. Helpless shrug. Too many headshakes to just be an answer to the question.

Oh no. Possibly this person's reasons for being in a confusing explosion in the woods with no clothes on are worse than "H thought it would be awesome". 

". . . Do you want to come back to my home and get some more clothes and some food and--whatever else makes sense?"

Grateful smile! Firm nod.

"Okay. Let's do that." Great. They have a plan. Anda stands up and offers the stranger a hand in doing the same. "My name's Anda."

The stranger gratefully accepts. And nods acknowledgment at the news of Anda's name, and repeats, "Anda," pointing to Anda, and then adds, "Rosy," gesturing reciprocally.

Anda nods, confirms "Rosy," and leads the way back to the station entrance. Is Rosy(R) walking unsteadily enough that it might make sense to offer an arm and steer for the lift rather than the stairs?

Definitely a bit slow and wobbly at first, but steady and with decent balance, and improving visibly as Rosy gets into R's stride. Probably not necessary to steer for the lift, especially if the stairs have handrails to lean on.