Sipping the water, she cooled down and calmed down a little. "I don't know- I need some time. I don't even know you, and you don't know me. If I had a choice, I'd go home." she finally realized why having a choice at all made her nervous, it meant she would have to think about what she wanted. And in all certainty, Babydoll wanted to go home and find that this had been all a bad dream. That her sister was alive, that her mother was alive, and that every day wasn't a fuzzy confusing mess.
"I can't go back though. So, now I don't know what to do." She shrugged again and felt exhausted emotionally, though she was breathing better.