"You're —" Lexie starts, then pauses to draw in a breath, never quite sure how to say this. The circumstances don't make it any easier, the poor girl seeming to be falling apart; she almost doesn't want to know what happened to her, and at the same time, she can't help wondering. Keeping Caroline close, holding her steady, she keeps her voice as even as she can when she continues speaking. "You're on an island," she murmurs. "And whoever hurt you isn't going to get you here."