[ The awkward tension is just.. just palpable. It's so thick she thinks she can choke on it, if the phlegm in her throat doesn't get to her first. She definitely appreciates his offer to back out - she's not sure if she's good to be around people without really snapping.

But this situation is scary. New. And weird. It almost seems better to have someone near her, even if it's just for the comfort. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, trying to look less frazzled than she is. ]

No, you make a good point, I guess.. You can hold my stuff. [ It's said after some reluctance, followed by Lottie shuffling over in her wet shoes to extend the handle for her case. ] But I need to get something out first before we start walking, could you pick it up?