[The loss of her memory has worn off, and she's left back at the motel, curled in the (dry) tub of her tiny employee room next to the laundry. She knows neither the lock on the outer door or the flimsy bathroom door lock will keep out the motel owner (and she knows she'll have to see him soon), but she's also trying to keep herself in. Keep herself from hopping the bus into the city and going back to using and working at the Masquerade.
She hears her phone give the alert of a new message on the forums, but she doesn't check or respond right away.]