Taylor heard the footsteps on approach well-before the dark-haired woman made her way into its room. With as many obstacles and debris as there was scattered across the floor, it was difficult to move around quietly. Were the intruder a police officer or someone with a Lorne uniform, Taylor might have attacked immediately, but this intruder was obviously different. She was something of a tall woman in elegant, dark clothing that appeared severely out-of-place in a location such as this. That fact bought her enough time for Taylor to see her create the orb of light in her hand. 

Although the light revealed Taylor, it also went a long way to disarming its aggression. That was obviously not natural, so she could only be a parahuman. Briefly, Taylor felt relief at the notion that help may have found them, but ultimately, its mistrust was not so easily diminished. The fact that she was a para did not necessarily mean she had good intentions; it just meant she was not working for Lorne. 

Taylor moved in front of William, standing between him and the woman in a defensive posture. Its eerie, echoing voice let out something similar to a hiss to warn the woman away from getting any closer, though Taylor did not make any more aggressive moves itself. It knew that William was hurt and needed treatment, but the burns themselves were not the major concern. They were deep, but none had penetrated all the way through the skin. It was primarily their size that made infection the biggest threat. "No...he can't go to a hospital. They'll learn what he is, sent him back to Lorne. He [i]has[/i] to stay safe. I don't know you...don't know what you want. You want to help? Bring me supplies. Bring...bandages, disinfectants, clean water..." Taylor said, pausing to give a quick glance to William's bare form. "...clothing. Bring those supplies here...while I protect him."