It suddenly seemed just like she was following a trail of treaded mystical steps, a path that was already drawn out ahead of her. She needed to get home, home to her mother. Mom would be able to fit together the pieces that were scattered about her brain. But this path, that burning curiosity, it clouded her better judgment, or more precisely, clouded her better reasoning. She would still be going home, even if she let him drop her off there, right? No harm, no foul. It wasn't far, and a few more minutes couldn't hurt.
That alone was irrational. She didn't know him, and after the way she'd acted in front of him- twice- she should just part ways. A pesky little voice in her head protested those prolonged extra minutes ahead.
But he was just a nice guy who she'd panicked, not the other way around. "Okay," she returned, following behind him.