Running from something isn't really outside of her wheelhouse and she'd made sure to keep as close to Emporio as possible throughout this whole mess. The refugees hadn't been a problem for her for obvious reasons, but she wasn't about to let them get a single finger on the poor kid. Especially not while all this other horseshit business was going down. She'd been keeping a keen eye of where they'd been going, noting the various changes and the distortions starting.

But it isn't until they hit the grass that it fully hits here of what's going on. A Stand, even one like Emporio's, shouldn't be bothered by these distortions, right? She frowns to herself before she takes the words in, glances towards Weather and... well, she's using one of her strings to firmly but gently wrap around Emporio's wrist. "Wait a sec. If we keep running like this, we'll end up somewhere else, won't we?" Sometimes she's observant, rarely, but sometimes.

"Also check your wrist," it's said as an afterthought, something so innately engrained in her that she knows she'll feel the slightest movements if they do, by some weird way, get separated. As long as it's within the bounds (which she hopes to every god that exists in the universe and outside of it won't be a problem) of her ability to safely unravel, then it should be fine. "Burning Down the House takes on the appearance of shit that no longer exists but occupies the same space, right? Those distortions or whatever, they said that shit was from different times, right? Maybe it's... I dunno, picking up different situations from the same place, if that makes sense?" It made better sense in her head and she's doing her best to ignore that crying or shouting or whatever it is.

This is bad. She knows it's bad.

"Gotta be fuckin' kidding me, first time out and it all goes to shit. Sounds about right." Gotta... lighten the mood, right?