It felt good to be running, like every time her feet pounded into the pavement it would take a little bit of the edge off. She wanted to be destructive, to scream, to rage and maybe even cry. This was a personality flaw of hers. This was what stopped her from being "perfect." She still had emotions, they were just so beaten down and screwed up that they often emerged at the wrong times and for the wrong reasons.
Seventh and Pine. She knew where that was and headed in that specific direction, not caring or bothering to return looks from people on their way out. She cross the street twice, once narrowly avoiding being hit by an oncoming car. The explicatives yelled after her were lost in the rush of air in her ears.
It didn't take long for her to get to her destination, and when she did, X-23 stopped and doubled over. She wasn't out of breath, she just didn't know what to do with her body. She couldn't even bring herself to center enough to focus on sniffing Nathaniel out.