He didn't exactly allow her to lead the way out of the park, though it would've been the gentlemanly thing to do. No, instead they more or less matched each other's pace, leaving the scene of the crime without hardly a look back. It was time to put distance between them and where everything had gone wrong.
Besides, taking a shower was sounding more and more like a good idea. As they walked back to Pax together, small talk happening only occasionally (Idris had to wonder why she was a woman of few words, but she easily found ways to fend off his chatter), it became clearer than ever that Ron Perlman's doppelganger had left his unwashed scent all over Tanya. It was a lot more noticeable at a close distance, and when they finally parted ways, Idris was happy to do so.
He hadn't yet had his fill of excitement for the day, and so after showering, Idris headed downtown in search of other delights--preferably ones not involving tense, agitated neighbors who fought with park bums on maybe a regular basis. Still, he'd keep Tanya in mind if he ever had anyone that needed a bit of roughing up (as if that would ever happen, or he'd ever orchestrate such a thing).