He listens to her, having pressed acupoints while she called over the SCA, the refugee now quietly passed out, visibly breathing. His brow furrows, but he's moved, and he comes next to her, patting her shoulder... then giving her a one armed hug across them.

"That's better news than it sounds. If all these people started acting strange at the same time, they've been destabilised by something at the same time. If it's linked to the distortions... Miss Madoka."

He partially crouches to her level, meeting her eye to eye.

"If it is, the equalisers may bring them back to themselves. Will you try to set one up with me?" A task, and not violence. A solution, and it requires them giving it their all.

In what he hopes is a way easier for her, and away from this violence around them.