There's... not a lot that Hope, or Nova Pandora, or whatever the difference is can say to argue against a plea that genuine. They notice this woman's hands, the way that they're shaking, the way they tell a much more complete story than her voice does. And they remember how confusing it had been when they'd awakened, and how they had needed to figure a lot of things out themself. And they just... don't want to see someone else go through that.

"Sure," they say. "Yeah." And they sheath their sword on their hip and walk closer, leaning against the wall when they finally settle. "I'm still figuring a lot of it out myself, but you're something that... we, I guess, call a Nova Knight. You've been given the power to protect this world from creatures like that," and they gesture at the unconscious thing, "Who want to do everything they can to overrun it with darkness and evil." They decide to hold back on the reason they'd said this world for now; best not to overwhelm her. "You're not the only one. There's a few of us in this city. My name's Pandora—Nova Pandora, but just Pandora's fine."