[She bites her lip. Hesitates. She shouldn't hesitate, and yet...]
There are people on the other side, [she says, gesturing briefly in the right direction. She doesn't turn back to look at the man even as she addresses him again.]
Trying to get by on your own here is suicide. There's... likewise a shelter on this side.
[And they really could do without one more mouth to feed, but...]
I'm going there now. [Now. Not in five minutes. She's not waiting.]