[Indeed, this is the one time she succeeds at having any sort of focus--keeps her arms hugged around her as she low-key books it from the room, not even remembering her coat or boots until she's out on the rooftop and feeling the full brunt of the wind.

Which--fine. It's fine. She--had better get used to cold anyway, and--

Another couple quick steps, and she's curled tight into a corner, face buried in her knees. Just for a minute. Just--maybe for a few.]