Qui-Gon took it in silently for a moment. He thought she looked familiar, and he was fairly certain that she'd had much longer hair than she had right now, which at the moment was cropped unevenly in an almost boyish style. It reminded Qui-Gon a bit of what happened recently with Obi-Wan and his own rank braid, and how distraught the young man seemed over his own loss. Despite that, it had turned out for the best. Perhaps this would be similiar.

He would do what he could. Theoretically he could try to use what limited command of the Force he had to give her some confidence, but he decided against that.

"I'm guessing it wasn't voluntary," Qui-Gon said. Who had done it? A nurse? He decided to try to take her mind off it for a moment. "I believe we haven't formerly met, young lady. He offered a comforting smile. "I'm Qui-Gon Jinn."