[ He pulls in air just like she shows him, and though the first one doesn't seem to take, the second one goes down okay, shifting his shoulders and chest and back under that enormous coat he's wearing. She doesn't see how he got here, and she has no idea where exactly he thinks he's supposed to be, but she can at least answer his questions, the poor bastard. A breath huffs out of her, almost a laugh, but it's wry and more than a little pitying. ]

Welcome to the Ghost River Triangle. About as far as you can get from heaven on earth.

And you can drop the 'madam.' My name's Wynonna.

[ He looks a little steadier. She pushes up to her feet, brushing her hands off on her jeans before she leans to hold one hand out to him, offering to help him up. ]

Wynonna Earp. Yes, that Earp; yes, that Wynonna, depending on what you might have heard and who you heard it from.

[ Maybe he doesn't know the Triangle, maybe he's lost, but even an Englishman has probably heard of Wyatt Earp... maybe. Either way, she waits to see if he'll let her haul him to his feet and tries to figure out what the hell she should do with him. ]

You look like you could use some water. Or maybe a stiff drink.

[ Maybe she should have waited, brought Waverly out here with her. ]

You hungry? Hurt? Miraculously and suddenly aware of how the hell you got way out here?