[She's too resigned to him doing things the hard way to insist, but she does get to her feet first so she can help pull him up. She hadn't actually stood up yet, but her legs aren't shaky at all; maybe they're both in better shape than she thought, even without necessity to drive them. She still doesn't think rushing back is necessary.]

Are you kidding? Werewolves are in right now. Team Jacob all the way. [The distraction helps her too. Having sat around here for a while, she has a pretty good idea of the way back to the convention center, even without a column of smoke to guide them. It's just too dark.]

If we find one, I think I look disheveled enough to knock on the front door and ask for help, [not that stealing would bother her at all. But he's not a fugitive anymore and he's also not alone, and there are other options.]