Well, that was definitely weird. The least objectionable person to approach her tonight, though, and she's starting to feel better. The water is soothing her throat, and it must be that release of tension that's making breathing easier for her. Maybe she should get out of the cold night air. Maybe she should try to get some sleep. Her eyes automatically move to the windows of the seventh floor, to how many of them are burned out. Her bed is probably ash right about now, and even if it isn't, it'll be reeking of smoke and probably soaked through from the fire hoses. She has nowhere to go. That didn't used to bother her much.

Now, it just makes her brace her elbows on her knees, head hanging down and soot blackened hair covering her face. That fatigue is coming back, creeping in slowly. Could tonight get any more frustrating?