Tim knows panic when he sees it. Given that he's done nothing to make anyone afraid under normal circumstances, Tim assumes that it's the constant pressure of the overall situation. She should know that, if he wanted to hurt her, he could have just let her burn. Her hair obviously isn't capable of putting out fires.

But she still hasn't answered his question, and he wonders if she even heard him. Maybe the firecrackers deafened her like they blinded him. They had been loud, certainly. It's not impossible.

He doesn't move much, just keeps kneeling there as he rests a hand on her shoulder. "Easy, make sure you got it all first. That was you that healed my hand, right?

"Thank you," he says with pure earnest. "My name's Tim. This is important - did you get hit with a firework, or is there another fire? Do we need to move?"