With a lifetime of navigating crowds under her belt, Elsie managed to weave her way through the mass of people in the store all the way to the door before he caught up. The jolt that shot through her at the feeling of his hand on her wrist sent her reeling in another direction entirely. She stopped automatically, his words catching up to her just as fast,  leaving her frozen.

Elsie closed her eyes briefly, trying to push down the next wave of tears that threatened, and took a deep breath. "Please don't make me do this here," She whispered quietly, unable to look at him, though she took a quick look around then to see if anybody had noticed them yet. It would be easier to avoid a big upset here in public, but she'd be a huge mess either way, so she may as well do it without anybody else looking on.

Her next movements were made without much conscious thought, as she gently pulled her wrist free and curled her fingers into his sleeve. It felt odd, not to simply take his hand, but Elsie wasn't so sure he'd appreciate that. Either way, she started to pull him from the shop before she could stop herself. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing or what good it could possibly do, or if she could even make him understand, but maybe she should at least try.