That's another immense Darkness. Why is every new arrival recently so full of Darkness? It seems statistically improbable. At least this one doesn't have the same quality to it as the kind endemic to his homeworld and, he reminds himself, high concentrations of Darkness don't necessarily make a person inherently bad.

"Hello?" he calls, trying to decide if he should ask if she's cold and if she'd like him to get a spare coat for her, or something. That can't be comfortable, but even so he's not sure it would be tactful to bring it up.