Rory nods, though takes a moment to assess how the others gathered here are faring. So far no one seems to have joined them since his last round and the major injuries have all been taken care of already. He's in the clear, so he sets a bag down (presumably with supplies), and sits beside her.

"May I have a closer look?" Now that he's seated and closer, he feels that her appearance is familiar to him. But he asks because it would be rude to just start inspecting someone's face without their consent.