At first Misa thinks he must be talking to the doppelganger, but when she glances up and sees Lazarus pointing rather than undoing the cuffs she realizes that he is talking to her. Go? As if any of this is her fault, he's the one that started that one—

Biting her lip, Misa turns away from him and gets to her knees, gripping the rail tightly enough for her knuckles to go white before making any sort of move to stand. He's right, they need to be apart from each other, they need to end whatever terrible train of echoes is unfolding. But it still hurts being sent away like this when she wants nothing more than to cuddle up and be held by someone. Sniffling, Misa wipes at her eyes again and starts to make her way up the stairs, going slower than she would like. Anything else feels like it would be dangerous. She needs to pull herself together.

"Bring tea," Misa mumbles, before stopping and turning her head to be heard better. "No, bring hot chocolate. With marshmallows."

With that, she finishes climbing the stairs and shuts herself in the nearest room to cry herself dry and wait for the echo-induced vertigo to pass.