Lotte was nearly to the street when Bran reached her side. She couldn't - and wouldn't - hide her grimace, grip on her bag tightening. Stopping for him was one of the last things she wanted to do now; she needed to get back to the storage unit, get her stuff out and move on. Wake Prince and do a better job of making sure he was alright.
But even with the realization she shouldn't - couldn't - let the guilt take over anymore, his request did make her stop. She looked up and with a tight expression, listened. Goodbyes used to matter. A few hours ago, she would have wanted one, insisted on one. Now, looking up at Bran she could only feel slightly relieved that he was here.
"I guess we will," she said, slowly. Her eyes moved past him for a moment before returning to him. Curiosity prompted the question. "Where will you go?" She wouldn't say where she was going as it wasn't his business and it shouldn't have mattered. Returning to Valerie was predictable enough.