Karl didn't know whether or not to respond, his attention fixed on that look, trying to figure out what she meant by that - if she was displeased by his appearance, was she mad, or did she want him to leave - but it was all too rushed.
Her release of his arm, though, shifted his focus. The crowd around him shifted almost immediately out of his way when he tried hard not to lose her, this time his own hand reaching out to catch her arm.
"Hey, slow down! Are we really going to get coffee?"