Betsy was moved off to the side of the hall, and she was absorbed in her phone but - some things just caught her attention. Like a fellow student (although a Stark Student in this case) marching down the hall. Marching down the hall like she meant business.
And it was none of Betsy's business, but it was a diversion of sorts.
"Are you lost?" She called out. Getting lost might put someone in a foul mood after all. "Because your not far from an exit."