Damn, you're right, that's totally the best one. Like, sure you are, random lady mom met once at church. (jonas actually laughs. it's subdued, but it's there, and it's because this falls directly within his coping mechanism's purview. to joke about things that can't be changed is, in his opinion, a superpower.)

I recognize this area, we shouldn't be too far from—well, something.

(already leaning in to check on their patient, jonas glances briefly ahead to make sure there's nothing in the street that could frighten her when she wakes. then, not applying too much pressure, he lays a hand between the woman's shoulder blades.

"what... what happened? where am i?" predictably, she struggles. his hand stays put and another raises, ready to catch a wrist or elbow in case she gets any ideas about lashing out at hibiki.)

Easy, easy... I'm Jonas, she's Hibiki; we're taking you to a doctor. You were knocked out at the Harvest, do you remember that?