The girl's eyes flicked from the man to the door as she weighed her options.  The door was close, and there was a chair she could knock over to slow him if he chased her.  But what was there to gain?  Here, she had food.  Outside, she'd be back where she started, at best.  Worse if he came after her and the nice woman wasn't around to stick up for her.  The sheriff probably wouldn't be giving her stew.<br/><br/>With a last look at the door, she made up her mind.  "Okay," she said, surprised at how timid her voice sounded.  It had only been a few minutes ago she'd been confidently declaring the story of the bee, after all.  "Uhm, thanks," she remembered to add.  "I know you don't want to do this."  Then, in hopes she'd seem friendly, she added, "I can't really blame you, all things considered."<br/><br/>She waited for him to lead the way, or else make room for her to go first.