Jason isn't sure why he's so pissed and on his way to rescue you—a stranger. But here he is... Maybe it's the fact that you're another poor person which the dead body was taken and throw into a Lazarus Pit by the League of Shadows to resurrect you. Knowing them, you're probably important or useful in some ways, otherwise, they wouldn't go on their way to resurrect you.

Still, it pisses him off. He remembers the feeling, waking up after being dead, scared and confused. They would take advantage of your current weakness for who knows do what. So, again, here he is, taking down some assassins to make his way towards a little room. He opened the door, finding you there. "Hey. You okay?" Jason asked, even if you clearly weren't doing so good.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you." He put his weapons away and raised his hands slightly while taking some little careful steps towards you. "I'm here to help you get out of here."