Wheeling Gull Isle derrida

Perdition blinked several times very quickly, alarm replacing any disgust he had been feeling before. This woman needed help. She was clearly out of her mind. He had tried to follow her flow of gibberish, and caught individual words here and there, but her constant stream, plus his own hearing loss, made that impossible. Now he stepped closer to her, opening his mouth, wondering what to say or do--

'Hail,' she said, and though it was garbled, he did understand it.

"H-Hello," he said, cautiously, glancing around as if praying for someone else to come along and save him from this situation. "D-Do you... need assistance?" He took another step toward her, and then hesitated. What if she attacked him? What if she had some kind of catching disease? He was already disabled, and injured from his time spent tumbling around in the ocean; he did not need anymore trouble put upon his body.