She was quiet for a minute. "I'm pretty pissed off, if I'm honest. You might not have been able to tell, though. I handled it really well." Her tone was a little more sarcastic than it may have been normally, but it had a weird edge to it, as if she might start crying.
"Walking," she said. "I'm on the corner of Oak and Grouse." Grouse was a street on the other side of town. It was known for being fairly sketchy, but it seemed that Poppy had wanted to get away.
She sighed. "Okay," she said quietly, sounding a little as if the fight had gone out from her. "Okay. I, uh... I have to keep walking. But I'll stay close."
Poppy had traveled surprisingly far from the cafe. As Francis approached Grouse and Oak, the streets got a little more empty, and as he turned a corner, he saw her, her arms crossed over her chest and her shoulders tense. She was walking towards him, but hadn't seen him yet.