[...Ah. He catches on, at this point, what's going on. Much as he prefers to avoid getting involved, he's observant.]

You can't talk, can you. I said that's the nearest way out.

[There's a but lingering in his statement, unvoiced. It might even be a mistake, considering how this started, yet now he feels weird simply walking away and leaving her to her own devices. Not that he assumes she can't take care of herself, that'd be insulting, but to be in a strange place crowded with other lost people, unable to ask for directions or even let someone know if they were about to step on her toes, literally?

The urge to make sure she at least gets out safe can't quite unsettle itself from where it's lodged beneath his skin. He sighs.]

I'm goin' that way, too, actually. If it's not too much a pain in the ass to have company.