He waits until she's going. Nodding a time or two more, as she glances back, like she's hooked being safe on him. Which it can't stay on, but he can do his best at that for the few seconds he's left standing there. She'll go to better hands, before she can figure out his aren't good for any of the things she might think they are. He's good at pulling them out, at asking the right questions to get the answer he needs, and keeping going, down the rabbit hole into every level of hell.

It helps there's the sudden unexpected assault of a set of fingers on his arm, making him lift it fast and confused, snap reflexes and a look of surprise over at Danny who is suddenly, incredibly, close to his side. But he's shaking off the hand on himself, and holding up his to stop Danny another second, while pulling out his phone and focusing on her face while the medics are talking to her. "Wait."

Because finding her might not be for nothing on his end, as well. It's something at least. It's another avenue. Once it clicks, and he's sure it's clear enough, he can follow over toward the direction Danny went in. Starting with the points he's at now, the lines he's connecting, the possible new directions they might be able to follow this vein to the source and not have lost everything in the few minutes they were here. All facts, all clear and defined definitions of where they can and will be going from here.

The timetable even lines up well. It's too good to overlook, or set aside. They need to get more information on this racket and soon. Because it might be the way Hesse could leave the island, too. "Okay, so she was smuggled in four days ago on a cargo ship, from China, with her parents, a couple hundred refugees. She gets here and she's traded to Doran-"