I'm glad. [And she looks it, too. She'd feel bad if she'd tried to help and it hadn't worked. Still-] All these adults keep forgetting we're back here, huh? [Lisa more means it referring to Illya, but it's kind of true on her end, too.] Yeah, they want to get home, but what about us? I don't even have a bike. My parents won't be free for hours...

[A look up at the sky; the rain isn't heavy but they'll have a hard time in it. And a quick check of her phone...]

It doesn't look like it's going to let up any time soon, either. I'd offer to walk you home, but I don't think we'd get there for quite a while. But if you want to try, I'll take you. [She's trying to put on a reassuring expression, but that's a hike.] Or at least to a less-crowded stop.