Vegas. There were people in Vegas; obviously, there were people here too, but at least she could shut them out and live in dark solitude. Wanda knew her better than Jessica gave her credit for--who was everyone? Now she'd have to act like a human being. And brush her hair. Anything to make sure to keep from looking how she felt, which was pitiful. Did everyone know? The questions in her head made her anxious, so she disappeared into her room and figured that she was just going to have to trust Wanda. If she was correct in her assumptions, Wanda wasn't to let her try and slip her way out of this.
She picked out the best of what she had and cleaned herself up a little, then afterwards walked out with her bag and practiced her smile and rusty optimism. "This'll be good for me." It had to be better than what was doing to herself. Her hair was brushed, that was a good start. It would be nice to get out of New York, anyway. She walked out to her friend and hugged her. A thank you, for being there.