He nods, arms unfolding in a brusque unraveling to trail at his side as he pivots and draws even with her. She walks on a course askew and inconstant, clearly unbalanced from the accumulated daily buildup of unfavorable conditions.

It leaves him with an unclear idea on how to best proceed.

He knows what tactic he would prefer, what level of interpersonal distance he would favor, but in Asadi's case, far removed as she is from his understanding of her baseline, Rush has admittedly a limited pool of options available to him. She appears to hold a firm dislike for any personal mannerisms that may indicate physical or emotional vulnerability. This much is obvious and immediate, and it is not unlike his own aversion to those states of being.

In a situation that has grown potentially tenuous, he is aware that an incorrect choice will yield incredibly poor results.

He is aware of this.

He is also aware that action may be required.

Rush watches her in wavering indecision before insinuating one hand easily into hers as a firm point of guidance to the cab he is reasonably certain he ensured will still be waiting for them.

"She's aware you're unhurt," he says with projected insouciance, vaguely dismissive. "Though I imagine she'll be predisposed to worry in any case."