Marcus isn't the sort of man who knows much about women's shoes, but there's still something old and weird about the one he's holding. Like it belongs to someone a few centuries ago, whereas this young woman clearly does not.
Realizing that she isn't in any immediate danger, Nela calms down a little bit.
"Did my husband send you?" She asks, hesitantly taking Marcus' hand and getting to her feet as she gratefully slips on her repaired shoe.
She's still confused, but she recognizes the police station is the worst possible place for answers.