[ there's a playfully offended ugh at that response, even if some part of her wants to stop him and insist, no really. but. maybe later. for now she's following suit, even if there's this nagging voice in the back of her mind about leaving all that ice behind them, where anyone could walk out there and slip and fall and it would be all their fault, they should really clean that up. or she could... turn to skate backwards before she rounds the corner, pulling away as much ice from the floor as she can, turning it into a flurry she can move and just, uh, throw basically, at the untouched stretch of hall ahead of them, once she turns again and skates around the corner. ]

You're going to get us into trouble!

[ not that she's doing anything to prevent it. she has to clutch the side of her skirt just to lift it a bit, give herself more room so she can take bigger strides. just until she's caught up, at least ]

What a terrible impression we'll make. We should be setting an example, not- [ not running on the picks of her skates just to gain a little more speed before gliding again. she's not trying to race ahead of him, just keep up. though maybe she's showing off a bit whens he turns again, skates shearing long stripes into the otherwise smooth stretch of ice. ] -not freezing over everything in sight.