Her attention diverts when they start talking about time, and she gets lost—a pinch of brows. Five isn't allowed to use his powers where they relate to time. Or even extended jumps. It's the source of all of his rages against their Father. Which makes the whole set of words between them, except for 'It's irrelevant' make no sense.

Number Three stiffens at the unexpected touch, about to shake it off, before time and space fold around them, and the next second they've moved. They're back across the street where she started. The bench only a good twenty feet, at most, away from her again. This time she does casually step away from his hand at the same time Five is starting to detail everything notable around them.

"So, now we wait?" It's as much a question as it isn't. Sound simply put into the air. Which tells in the fact she doesn't even look at him while she asks. She's looking at the people passing them on either side of the roads, through the windows, in the cars. Casing for trouble. Or even just minor annoyances.

Already wishing she had a clue which direction he'll be coming from,
but that's an inconsequential brushed quickly right back away.