When Tristan asked Matt about salvaging his clothes she elbowed him playfully and chuckled quietly. "You say that like I would've just thrown the stuff out without askin' the man, Tris. I mean, I probably woulda just chucked your hoodie if anything," she teased him with a friendly smirk. The more exhausted she got the more prominent her strange blended American-Scottish accent became and she idly wondered if Matt would ask about it considering it was generally one of the first questions people tended to ask her. When the man apologized for his rudeness the petite redhead turned her attention to him and shook her head slighly. "Don't worry about it. Just eat and work on that dehydration I can sense from here. Manners can wait."
There was no answering reply to either her or Tristan, however, as Matt seemed almost to freeze in mid-action a moment later. His pulse spiked, heart beat speeding up and breathing as well... was he having a panic attack? Jesus, what had the poor guy been through that he was in this bad of shape? She observed him critically, particularly his hear rate and respiration since she could hear it unaided unlike Tristan, wondering if they would need to administer first aid if Matt didn't pull himself out of it. When Matt put his fork down and curled into himself with his hands over his ears she cocked her head curiously as a sudden thought struck her. He was trying to isolate intake of sensory information like sound and bringing his nose in close to his own body to reduce outside smells; that problem hit close to home for the small Garou and drove her to try to help him.
She stood smoothly and quickly padded back the hallway to her room and came back shortly with a small pillow-like packet that looked like it was meant to fit easily into a pocket and be inconspicuous. Mae slowly came around to the side of the couch next to Matt but didn't touch him, placing the little packet on the edge of the couch next to him. She waited until he sat back up to speak and kept her voice soft when she did. "Here, inhale this. Use it to focus on instead of everything else. Breathe in slowly and exhale evenly, Matt. Can you do that?" She didn't wait for an answer but moved back to her previous seat on the opposite couch with Tristan. "I understand sensory overload. Happens to me sometimes still, especially in the city. I carry that with me so I have something familiar to focus on to get me through it. It's just some dried herbs that smell like home to me," she added, her voice soft and oddly compassionate for the redheaded Garou.