She doesn't reply to the first thing he says. To do so... it wouldn't help to pull him back to reality. Gently, she tightens her grip briefly on the metal of his armor. She fights the urge to tear the strange helmet off his head; she'll give him time, explain things slowly. Wait for him to do it, because doing it herself seems like such a violation of personal boundaries, and that is the last thing he needs.

"I did not gave you my name, not just yet." She pauses. "My name is Mira. You are on an island. You have been brought here like everyone else, as a new chapter in your story."