"Like bad men." Thinking about them was worrying about them. She set her empty milkshake cup aside and opened her apple pie slowly, eating it carefully because it was apparently hot. It was warm to touch and the insides were too bad. They were sweet and nice, much better apples than the one she had before.

Worries were good for focus but bad if they -- if they dragged. Whatever that meant. "Drag you down?" She frowned and ate more of her apple pie, watching where they were going again. She did wonder if Barty had lots of worries.