She recognized the voice somewhere in between the wind and her own train of thoughts; her sobbing had, for the moment at least, been reduced to angry tears. "Just go home, Pru. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." 'I've walked home in worse,' she thought to herself. "I really just need to be by myself right now. I need to walk..." It was in that moment she finally looked at her floormate. Thank the heavens for waterproof mascara, but her eyeliner was something left to be desired. Her dark hair was clinging to her face and she barely bothered to move it out of her eyes. Her hoodie was, essentially, soaked through and the same went for her shoes, socks and work Dickies that generally only were worn in the winters around here.