It's odd to hear that kind of concern and direct assessment from a stranger, but Dana supposes that's what happens when you strike up conversation in the middle of a literal existential crisis. He's right, though, she's already upset enough at the way the day's gone and more solitude isn't going to help.

Dana wants to ask if the man is associated with Romac, since he doesn't seem to be with the rebels, but that's something of a loaded question. It's an open secret at the office that there are things her faction supposedly does that are unsavory, and that doesn't do much to engender an atmosphere of trust. Even if they're in the same camp, he might not be on her side. Not that Dana feels like she's on a side, but, still.

In the end Dana can only go with her gut, and her instinct is that this sad-eyed man could be a friend. "I think," she says carefully, "that would be nice." She nods, affirming her decision, and extends a hand. "I'm Dana."