The... man? is quite foreboding to Amelia. Her stance changes subtly as he studies her - feet shoulder width apart, hands tense at her sides, weight shifted forward slightly onto the balls of her feet. It's a trained response. Being sized up like this kicks in her fight or flight instincts, though she doesn't act on them. She knows her physical limits, knows she likely has a good chance of avoiding any hands or weapons aimed at her, and that her legs can carry her up and on to a nearby rooftop as quickly as they can help her disappear into a crowd.

All of that dissipates when he passes her the pamphlet. Her muscles are still tense, but she's obviously a bit more relaxed now that she knows he wants to answer her question.

After reading his note, she looks up at his mask, which she hopes is where his face is. "But what if they don't accept it because they don't believe it's true? Am I not allowed to explain myself? To ask for them to listen while I try to make amends? Because many would not give me the benefit of the doubt."