To own the truth, Payne was glad for the hand Thorne had given to steady her. She looked at him for a moment, a nod signifying her gratitude, before pulling away and into herself, listening to the others. She didn't know what to think of the whole thing. Being found the way she had was still bothering her quite a bit - made her feel weak, being seen like that, found so helpless. She forced herself to shove the emotion deep, slinging her bag over her shoulder and wadding up the filthy sheet, holding it under an arm. She looked tough, ready for anything. It wasn't at all how she felt, but what could you do?