He wasn't really looking, not as much as he should have been, but the point was that it appeared as though he was. Nothing was going to happen now that people knew about this watch, and his flashlight illuminated nothing but empty hallways and staircases. They were the only two people out of their apartments, he guessed.
Bran tilted his head to the side as though he were running through a mental list of people he could stay with, when in truth there was absolutely no one he could think of even if he had wanted to. "There are a few people who might be willing to let me stay with them, but really, I wouldn't want to intrude. Locking my doors and staying inside should be enough, as long as no one tries to break down the door or anything." Didn't the Big Bad Wolf do that in one fairytale or another?
Usually he was far more comfortable with silence than he was with conversation, but for some reason it was different tonight. He knew he was probably being far too paranoid, but he didn't want to give her enough time to start thinking about the man in the catacombs and trying to put things together. Unfortunately he was better at contributing to a conversation when someone else started it, so he couldn't think of anything to say. Her flashlight dying gave him an opportunity, not to mention less light - even better.
"Here." Bran held out his own flashlight after a moment's pause, keeping the lighted end facing him. "If you'd feel more comfortable controlling the light, you can use mine."