Bella suddenly snapped out of whatever momentary daze she was in, but was by no means back to her senses, as she mirrored Mr. Crouch's movements. She slowly rose from her seat as if she half-expected to fall over — and was incredibly pleased when she didn't — and downed the rest of her almost-empty drink. She hadn't really paid much attention to the scenery outside the pub when she'd first arrived, her insecurities having urged her to get inside the pub. Perhaps she'd finally be able to look around (or maybe she'd just continue staring at Mr. Crouch, who knew?).

She nodded silently, allowing him to lead her outside where the sun had already begun to fall from the sky. She wondered where they would go from here, or if they would just find a bench somewhere in the lonely silence to talk or whatever he had planned. "I never thought it would be this chilly in April," she commented casually, finding herself standing beside him far too closely to be considered proper. She didn't lie, though; it was cold for a mid-spring evening.