"Dinah Lance." She grasps his hand and squeezes his palm just briefly before breaking contact again. Dinah's not going to push Rook to share; she wouldn't appreciate it in his position. Perhaps he'll open up later. Perhaps not. Maybe she doesn't care too much what he's been through anyway. It's his own shit to deal with.

"Can you walk? I know the way back?"

She offers her hand back to Rook in case he needs to lean on her. "Come on. We can get out of here."