The thought does briefly cross his mind that he could just break into a dead sprint and try to make it to the nearest subway entrance. It's pretty easy to lose people down there.

In the end, though, the damage is done. She's seen his face. She knows.

His shoulders slump a little as he follows her glance towards the bar. "Fine." He'll even enter ahead of her, because honestly at this point it doesn't much matter if he turns his back on her or not. It'd be better not to show her that much fear anyway. She sounded honest enough about just wanting to talk; unfortunately, she's shattered what trust he had in her basic decency with the frighteningly prescient stalking. "But I'm not buying."