The face he finds is that of a young woman, dark haired and dark eyed but eerily pale, with an openly concerned expression on her face and a mark on her forehead that's still glowing faintly.

Ah. He was speaking inside her head, although Sabriel doesn't smell the hot-metal stench, or feel the other sensations that came with Free Magic. And he certainly wasn't behaving like a Free Magic sorcerer or spirit to act, which makes it an easy choice to make. He's someone who needs help, and a new crew member.

"I'm a Charter Mage, and I just used a healing spell on you, and now I'm taking you to the infirmary," Sabriel explains, as gently as she can. For all that her skin is a sickly shade of white, she's clearly strong enough to support him, guiding him with gentle but firm steps down the hallway, even as she keeps one worried eye on him, trying to see if she missed any other injuries.

"As for what's happening in a more general sense- we are on the Ximilia, a space station. Apparently we're all here because we agreed to a bargain, in order to undo our regrets." There's more she'd like to say, more details about the orbs, and all the unanswered questions about the people running the station and the orbs themselves, but right now- clearly, this man needs rest and medical attention, not getting a bunch of mysteries dropped on his head.