She doesn't argue. Lets him guide her up the steps of the nearest intact house and inside, even leans in to that offered hand for a moment as she almost loses her balance climbing the porch steps. It's a relief when the door shuts behind her, even if she knows those things are still out there.

Rachel braces both hands against the wall of the little house's entryway, more comfortable showing how disoriented and off-balanced she feels now that it's just the two of them. She studies his face, trying to bring him into proper focus.

"What happened? Are you all right?" The scars--they're old. It doesn't make sense, but what has in the last... however long she's been out there.