She's leaving Tim Hortons with several cups of coffee in her hands, big black bags under her eyes, and blank expression on her face. She's not doing a great job at looking where she's going.
ok
Her heartrates slows. Her breath remains steady. (Her backlash ticks back up.)
She's going to pick up a towel and her shampoo and she's going to wrap them around herself and she's going to go take a shower right now.
And she won't do anything.