She knew why Anatoly took that moment to observe her, to read her. She knew that it was because he knew how she got and he needed to see which route was best to take in whatever he thought it was he needed to do. So Svetlana merely quirked a brow, wrapping her arms around herself as the chill and rain began to seep into her bones now that she wasn't completely lost in the haze of conviction that her entire family was dead. He at least seemed to realize that she was fine. Or not pushing things any way. Because that required energy Svetlana didn't have because the roller coaster of emotions she had gone through in just that day had drained her.
"So let's go back then."
Because that was the obvious answer. Get back to the complex, warm up, dry off and go to the medbay to prepare for the oncoming crisis that was hitting with the curse. Already people were being physically harmed by curses and they couldn't sit around for her to just vanish, when she finally was defeated, there would be more injuries to contend with as well as people who were cursed before this needing attention to make sure there were no long lasting effects.
Standing for a moment, Svetlana shook her head and started back to the complex. Anatoly would follow and even if she walked fast, he'd manage to match her given the height difference between them. Longer legs, etc. But she wanted to get to the complex, apologize to the girls and as she knew Anatoly would fret if she got sick, make sure to warm up, tea, all of that. But there were things to get done and that meant she had to focus. She just hoped the cold would leave her once she was showered and in dry clothes and it wasn't the cold that seeped within her when her stress levels rose too high, when she stopped feeling and became numb inside again.