Walking over Rogue stood by Lotte curiously, not really caring for the 'moment' or the whole idea of being watched. It only served to bring back bad memories. Memories that did not include her being outside of a gate in chilly weather, but they were cold enough walls and heartless enough folks that she remembered that enjoyed observing, poking and prodding her enough. Not a thing in the world she cared less for then being something to be stared at and analyzed.
Watching the cab driver take off, she half wondered if she shouldn't chase the poor guy down and get a ride back, not that she couldn't easily get there on her own, but it was a thought. Looking back at Lotte, she tried to smile, but ended up giving the gates that were before them a raised brow as she noticed them decide to open them. Why couldn't she find a reason to go back? Boredom might be something that suited her if she really tried. It's not like she didn't have a few romance novels she couldn't read again for the umpteenth time.