Nora wasn't really expecting anyone to approach her. Hell, she made it a point to mean mug pretty much everyone she could on a daily basis. But right then she wasn't paying attention, and when a voice not far spoke to her, she almost wanted to tell them to fuck off. Instead though she looked up the man, who she immediately recognized (then again, who didn't) and gave him an incredulous look. "I'm just fucking peachy. Can't you tell?" Her words were sarcastic, biting.
"Trapped for days like prisoners in our own homes, without magic, waiting for someone to decide if we're worth letting out or not. Who wouldn't be fucking fantastic?" she mused, laughing hysterically before it turned into a half sob, which prompted her to bury her face in her knees again.