[Here's someone who's not processing this very well. As the adrenaline rush from all that fighting ebbs out, she sinks down on the closest park bench, not even noticing or caring how it's covered in snow. Looking completely overwhelmed and out of it.
After a few minutes, the old, familiar dread starts breaking through the numbness as everything she's been doing these past... how long? sink in. She gets up, finally seeming to realise she's out in public, before shakily starting to head-- somewhere. Anywhere. Alone.]