Getting to the infirmary was simple in the scheme of things -the stairs had been a bit of a nightmare, although Roe had been a blessing in navigating her way through, even if Orla was sure she'd relied a little too much on the younger woman and maybe cuddled the poor thing with more than her fair share of hair.
But distance was good, having that space between her and all the people gathering in the cafeteria allowed her the time to get her powers under control, to filter out the excessive panic and worry and confusion and fear and anxiety, before her left her just shaking and unable to focus. The headache was expected, and Orla tried to let the emotions wave in and out, filtering what she could so that none of it stayed for too long, turning toxic and festered inside her.
Eventually, she'd waved Rowana off, thankful for her help but the girls own concern starting to pulse another headache. She knew enough of what had happened, because Sandy's initial burst of awareness had been like a quick stab into Orla's mind, understanding that something terrible just happened and the group would likely close ranks.
She wasn't surprised that Alejandro eventually showed up, she'd been napping some of the residual tiredness away before thinking about venturing back to her room if the all clear had been given. But the kids had needed him first, and he probably needed to check the rest of them were okay before he came to check on her.
"Stealing my lines, Vargas." She knew it was tough, she could feel the tendrils of grief already ebbing from Alejandro's psyche towards her, the natural progression of emotions around her. With Alejandro, she didn't hesitate to sink into the contact, wrap her hands over his, and push out some comforting extensions of her emotions to help cushion his despair.