All the movement and words between the living room and the bathroom were lost of pinpricks of light at the edge of her vision. The sound of the water running, however, brought her back to the moment, and she shot them bot a thankful (if embarrassed look). "I'll clean up," she said, stars fading from her vision. She would be fine if she could just be alone a minute, if she could just collect her thoughts. "Please, just bring me something to wear?" she asked James as Rick left the bathroom. "We need to go check on the others," she added to James, and she tried to smile serenely. See? I'm fine. Nothing to worry about.