To say one was lost usually meant to admit a certain sort of defeat. For one it was embarrassing for a woman who had lived in London as long as she had, to say 'oh, I'm lost'. And for another, it was just...utterly unbelievable. Trying to get to Brent, and somehow she was positive she'd ended up in Southwark.
Maybe she could put on a Northern Accent and no one would notice?
Still, she had concept pieces in her hand when she turned and almost collided with the bag laden gentlemen. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, almost dropping her artwork as she tried to step back a bit suddenly. Unfortunately a heel caught the curb, and Raven was tumbling back even more before falling into a dirty, smelly puddle.
"Ooooh," she whined, a pout on her lips before flicked a wet hand. She'd need to go home, now, assuming she could even find that.