Valdis' words made little in the way of sense, other than cementing the fact that something had gone terribly wrong. He could make an educated guess: her senses had been turned up well past capacity, and she was overwhelmed. In a storm like this, the sensory input would be bad enough without the emotional component. Had she lost her grasp over her empathy? ...had she killed the kedan?

This could become disastrous quickly. She couldn't stay here.

Slowly, slowly, Devin moved close enough to reach out and touch her - but didn't yet. Contact could be as bad as noise, and the least he could do was get permission.

"Alright," he said, very quietly this time. "I can take you somewhere quieter, but I need you to let me help you." Devin was assuming she was coherent enough to understand, which might be a mistake. The city must be a tsunami in her brain. "I'm going to pick you up, okay?"