[She shoots him a scathing look at his sarcasm, and actually turns to head in the opposite direction he is. She doesn't have to accept his help, especially not when he talks to her like that. She had gotten around in the alleyways just fine, and -

Oh. He's really far ahead now.

She hurries to catch up, huffing softly in annoyance. She stays a good enough distance behind him to watch his movements and his behavior, and to see where he's headed, before she slinks along after him.

She glances down at a line of his footprints as she crosses over them, and as a cold gust passes over her and chills her to the bone, she slides a foot along them and destroys the fact they were ever there in the first place. This isn't to cover their tracks, it's entirely a childish outburst of annoyance.]

You don't do as good of a job at blending in as you'd like to think. You're not like anyone else here I've seen. You entirely stand out, even with your hood on.

[She informs him in a hissed whisper as she steps up behind him, right on his heels. Her tone clearly says this means he shouldn't be a condescending dick to her ever again.]