[Her jacket retains some of her own body heat, so she hopes that is enough to transfer a little to the other woman, perhaps enough to get her to stop shaking some at least. She reaches out carefully with one hand, letting it rest against the woman's upper arm, although she projects every movement deliberately, not wanting to startle or alarm her. She didn't mean any harm, but for someone recently hunted, that might not matter.]

Why don't you sit? Here, there's an empty table. The metal men... the droids? They hunt for the Malnosso, take people away. [Or so she'd heard. She'd had too many friends taken recently, one important one was still missing. It lit a fierce, unhappy light in her green eyes.

Knowing that Tony had been sent back as a small child, and Coulson as a cat, she thought she could guess what might have occurred.]

This isn't your normal form, is it? What did they change? I've heard of this happening to some people who are taken. As far as I know, whatever... spell or trick or whatever they do... it does wear off in time, if that helps any.