Everyone can be near-death here, she thinks to herself, and still have it in them to philosophize.

She sighs.

"When its proper name is uncovered, I'm certain you will hear it as soon as I do, should you linger long enough to hear it. Come," she points to the glassy shape of the diner, "we'll go in there first. You need to sit a while, refresh. There's food there at this hour, as well. I'll answer what I can, within reason." He can at least faint from overexertion there better than out here; she's got no constitution to be dragging anyone by the ankles.