[Ochako definitely makes a bit of a face at the verbiage - she doesn't need an escort - but doesn't say anything about it out loud, knowing Zidane is just playing around. ...Definitely doesn't wipe away the face she's making at him, because she's still not entirely over everything that happened between them before, but...it is what it is.]

Yeah, okay... [She rubs her hands over her arms, sniffling again, and laments her damp clothes - definitely going to need a hot bath and food after this, so she doesn't get sick. It won't take long, and thankfully the Inn's not far, but man, it's not a pleasant walk in the slightest. No ghoulies, thank god, but it's cold, and her hair is sticking to her back of her neck in a really uncomfortable way.]

Y'know, if you ever want, you can come over for dinner - both of you. I don't have a ton of space, but it'd be nice to have company sometime. I mean, if you want...