Kadar wasn't willing to believe that someone could arrive just to die a few seconds later-- not when he himself had been brought here alive, defying everything that he knew. So he reached out to carefully move her, checking her pulse, her breathing, and when nothing happened, frowning, a quiet sort of desperation across his features.

"It's all right," he said, as though comfort was what she needed. "You can wake up--" The reassurance was coupled with a light hit to her chest, where her heart would be. Basic medical knowledge.

She couldn't have died so quickly, not with so little in the way of wounds...