[She can hear just how distressed he is. It's kinda obvious. But she doesn't comment on it or make an insensitive joke. Wendy knows how to be decent sometimes, you know. She's so curious what his other symptoms are... She'll get a better idea once he's in front of her.]

Hey Alan? Listen to me, okay? [She's being so patient. Speaking clearly. Really trying to get him to focus.] Go to the end of whatever hallway you're in and read the directory that's posted there. Can you do that for me? Tell me what you see or just - snap a photo and send it. Then I can come get you. Promise.

[She's already in the process of locking up whatever concoction she'd thrown together to help him out. That can't be left out sitting on a counter when she leaves. Nope, absolutely not.]