"Your bag?" Oh, right, he'd been in the middle of something before he saw her. She turned on a heel to fetch whatever it was he'd dropped, while surreptitiously glancing inside. She was curious, whatever.

"Cities are shitholes. All I need to know is the way out," she muttered, but even as she said it she could feel something sinking in her stomach at the thought of leaving Emil by himself. She trusted him, she just didn't trust anyone else to not be a little shit to him. And there were so many other people, she wouldn't blame him for getting lost at all. For a second she wondered if she should take his hand.

Really? That's a new level of pathetic right there.

"Don't think that way," she said, fantasizing about punching Tyrann in his stupid face over and over again. "You don't slow us down at all."