She reaches down and tucks her skirt around her knees. Kneels down until she's closer to eye level with Freddy. She's still hovering above the ground but it gives her the illusion of having sat down across from him. Her gaze flits across the bloodied clothes he wears, concern etching it's way across her face.

"What sort of world did you come from?" Perhaps like some of the locals here he would not want to return to his own world. It may even be ill advised to, if he's considered deceased.