Ah. Belatedly, Raine matched this with the other part of what Anton had said. Grimaced. She'd prodded a festering wound, hadn't she? "Erskine," she said, and, when that seemed unlikely to catch his attention again, she quickened her pace and followed him. Regardless of whether or not they exchanged any more words today, she wasn't letting him make the walk back alone. Not in his state, not in this state of the city. She'd match his pace, staying a step behind and to his right.

Near the Hotel again, she sped her footsteps to pass him, not to stand in his way but to pull the door open and pause there, leaving him room enough to get by unchallenged. "Erskine," she said again, quite calmly. "I'm sorry." A beat. "I may have my doubts, but please understand you have nothing to fear from me." She hadn't made that clear earlier; now, she felt, it was imperative to do so before Erskine could flee. That said, however, she fully planned to let him go, and would make no other move to stop him.