[Oh no. It's a culmination of things that tip her off that the situation is not fine. The tone of the boy's voice, his hesitation to come out from behind the tree, and the fact that her Pokemon is clearly not helping the situation. Even Rotom gets that something is amiss, looking over at Olivia hesitantly, looking for answers. Most humans are happy to see him, after all.

The problem with most adults is that they push too hard, try so desperately to win over peers and children alike. She takes a deep breath and reaches into her pocket for Rotom's Pokeball. No words need to be shared between trainer and Pokemon, as the ghost taps the ball and disappears within a flash of red light. Anything of value is removed from her suit jacket, thrown into the provided knapsack quickly before she does the unthinkable.]

I'm going to leave you my jacket, okay? It should keep you warm for a while.

[Her limited time in dealing with children has taught her many things: kids are smarter than given credit for and it's never a good idea to call them out forcefully. The best she can do is provide Gregory with the tools for success. She finds a small patch of dry grass among the snow and folds up the article of clothing, leaving it there for retrieval.]

There's a city just a few days' walk from here. If you decide to head that way, just follow the route to safety.

[And with that said, she takes the backpack and adjusts it over her shoulder, stepping away from the tree slowly.]