[The uneasy feeling in the air is enough that Lisa doesn't slow down at the encouragement, which she acknowledges only with a murmur. If anything, she picks up the pace a little, feeling the protest from the knot in her knee and the stress on her ankles and grimly shoving it aside. That's not something that'll slow Rhodonite down when the time comes, and Lisa... Lisa would rather be moving. If she's moving, she can feel like she's doing something.

So when the news she'd been half-expecting comes across - when she hears the breath from her partner, even before it - there's no explosion. There's no immediate breakdown. There's only the slightest hesitation in her step as she freezes, before she puts one foot in front of the other and keeps moving. Her hands, though... her hands are visibly shaking.]

Of course there is. Of course she is. Of course everything's gone to hell again. [Her tone is bitter, but not despairing. Not... yet; there's a barely-restrained quaver under the black, simmering anger that's also being kept on a leash.] There won't be anything for us to find at the library, then... but I still want to double check. Make sure none of our friends are there and actively freaking out. Then. Then the Dreamer Union, to see what we can do?

[Get to the station. Keep moving. She can have her breakdown when it isn't slowing them down.]