Zoe winced when she realized she'd misstepped. She'd done it before, and she'd do it again; but, that didn't make it any easier sometimes. She simply dumped what was left of her noodles, motioning for the grieving man to do the same.
Quietly she led him through the streets, making sure he didn't get hit by a car or a person or even a building. She wasn't sure that could happen, but if he was that very gone. Running on autopilot wasn't always the safest physically even if it was needed emotionally. She should know.
She paused at a corner, getting her bearings. "We should be close now."