Dinah assumes he has the good sense to at least stay out of her way, now. She sighs, rubbing at her face with her mittens, which she doesn't even bother taking off.

"Look," she says resignedly. "I haven't got time for this; I'm hungry."

And she steps forward, past the guy in the ski-mask, apparently wanting just to get on. That this puts her between him and his friend probably isn't something she's considered, right?

Right?