Oh, she wished he hadn't asked that. Because no, she suddenly wasn't so sure. That confidence that had settled over her in the brightly lit store seemed a distant memory as she tried to make out the faces that belonged to the strengthening voices up ahead. And, to top it all off, she was standing next to a complete stranger. Sure, he seemed like a good enough guy, but he had done nothing to earn her trust.
Rose sighed and allowed her gaze to drift briefly from the forms before her, then to the dimly-lit street, and finally back to the store they had just vacated. She could easily take the out and go back inside. But she knew that if she simply turned around only to discover that there had been trouble and the woman had indeed been in some sort of danger . . . well, she would never forgive herself. The only choice was to go forward despite the uncertainty of it.
So she returned her attention back to her companion and, her mouth set in a determined sort of line, nodded. “Yes.” Then, after hesitating a brief moment, she added, “I'm Rose.” After all, the least she could do for her hesitation was remedy the fact that he was a complete stranger.