[No, not laughing, not smirking, and in fact not in any way acknowledging that that she had fallen at all once she's back on her feet, continuing their conversation as if nothing at all had interrupted it. Had the moment been any less tense and in any way casual, he might have made some remark, but even if he is still a teenager, Brendan can easily recognize that this is neither the time nor place. Time to move on.]

The bus station it is.

[He hesitates before actually taking his first steps in that direction, though, visibly restraining himself from asking something else. Are you sure you're all right? seems most likely, but even if he doesn't know Lightning especially well, she already strikes him as the stubborn sort (no pun intended). It would likely lead nowhere.

He doesn't glance back to check that she's following, either, instead hauling his messenger back around, opening it, and beginning to root around. It's too much to hope that he has a pair of sunglasses handy, isn't it? The eyes, after all, are something he's fairly certain he won't be able to write off all that easily. Yes, he could claim that they're contacts, but how long would that hold up? And then when he went home... shit, how is he supposed to explain this?

His search proves to be in vain, unfortunately, and with a small sigh, he speaks again.]

Do you happen to have a pair of sunglasses I could borrow? Then again, it seems moot point if we're unlikely to meet again.

[Well, he can always just buy a cheap pair at a corner store. That should hold off some of the more awkward questions for a while. He hopes.]