She stayed kneeling on the ground and watched him stand with pride. His posture was exceedingly confident and his face was rather handsome. His clothes were those of one with high standing she noticed. He spoke as if she knew him and said something about a resistance. She had not the faintest idea of what he was referring to. 

She tilted her head and blinked up at him. "I'm sorry I'm not part of a resistance and I don't know who you are. I was just trying to help," she said slowly confused. She did wonder who he was though. Why would he need a resistance? Was he a fugitive? Is that why he had been running? Had she just made a mistake. 

"Once the guards are gone I'll set you back on the street and you can be on your way," she assured him.