She clasps hold of her elbow with her palm, holding on tightly as she tries to decide whether he's telling the truth and whether she should trust him. She scans the surrounding area with trepidation, not sure where she is and understanding that she's not going to get answers on her own.

Finally, based on some innate instinct screaming at her to trust him, she reaches out a hand to him, letting the next step be his. "I trust you. I'm not sure why, how come, or where it's coming from, but I do."