"Not really," she sniffs. The cold air is making her nose run more than crying ever does, but it's worth the minor discomfort of snot to feel the air on her face. "But thanks for asking."

As she usually does, thanks to the scarcity of matches, she lights her joint on a torch as she passes through the courtyard. She doesn't have a set destination, she just needs to move. Expend some of the residual urge to run away so she can...well. She's probably not going to try sleeping again tonight.

"Why is this happening?"