Tim noticed the angel-looking girl's beautiful red hair before her wings. He forced himself to focus and inhaled deeply as he felt her pain almost before she did. He collected himself and slowly began making his way toward her. He noticed the other girl doing the same and was immediately accosted by a translucent figure asking if he could see or hear them.

Tim shook his head. It was true, he couldn't hear him, and he could only see a faint outline of the man because he could feel his emotions, and so Tim's mind worked to manufacture the most likely appearance of the projected individual. 

He muttered, "I can feel you." He then looked over at the unconscious version of the Marine, before back to the projection. "You need to find an emotional equilibrium and you should snap back into your body."

Moving through the astral version of the Marine, Tim stood behind the winged woman, out of sight of both girls. He raised his hand slightly, not enough to draw attention and began to absorb some more of her pain, easing it a little, enough for her to be able to speak. He also projected an aura of warmth around everyone present, so that it would be easier for them to converse without becoming overly antisocial or distrustful.