Annabelle's breath suspends in a hitch in her throat when he takes her hand; her physical reaction is staggering. She's never experienced this sort
of electrifying fire, especially not in response to another person.

She leads him out of the pub, and rather than taking him down the path that takes them back towards the inn, she sort of... wanders elsewhere, towards the center of the town, indicating she isn't done for the night—just done with the pub.