Her hand still lingers between them from trying to grab him, unsure whether to latch on or pull away. There was a familiarity there, something that pinged in the back of her mind. Panic and confusion were overriding it, making her slow to put the voice to a name.

"Yeah?" The endearment was a comfort, at least, a reminder of Dr. D and mornings spent crowed around the radio listening to the Zone reports. She relaxed, just a little, eyes still searching him out for some clue to where she'd heard him before. "You one of the DJs?"