The familiarity at least settled something in Hansel, enough that he could compartmentalise everything into safe boxes for now and adjust to things. He didn't bother looking towards the bar to think about a drink -god knew what this place was like in those situations, tugging Gretel towards the far wall and a small booth table there.
He didn't bother shifting to sit opposite her, nudging her in first to sit against the wall, bracketing her in with his own frame and minimising the distance. His shoulder pressed into hers and his hip against her side. There was no way she wouldn't know that he was right fucking there for her.
"Okay," unfolding the map he'd placed in his pocket, Hansel sighed at the sight of the pentagram again. "Guess we can presume that it's not an idea to head into the woods." Considering how many times the warning was scribbled on the page. "My bet is the Town Hall is a bit of a center point."