"No--" Robin urged her legs to go faster even as they slowed, unused to sprinting or any kind of movement that was faster than the snail's pace that was walking down a New York sidewalk. "-- clue."
Unable to tell with any certainty the direction they were heading in, Robin settled for trying to retrace the steps that'd brought her to the Square from the Sleepy Hollow. This place wasn't that big, or at least didn't look that big, so surely they'd get back somehow, right?
From the sound coming from her side, Robin knew she was still accompanied by the woman she'd seen. Good, there was safety in numbers -- at least, if she had a gun or some other weapon. Twenty bullets wasn't all that much and Robin didn't want to exhaust her limited resources. God, if only Ted were here -- except he'd probably just be bitching and Robin'd have to save his ass and this stranger's and --
That was when she ran straight into what felt like a swingset, knocking her back. "Fuck -- not the Sleepy Hollow," she gasped out, holding her free hand up to her head as she gritted her teeth. "Do you know how to get back?"