When Dean asked Sol if she was alright all she could do was just look at him. She was sure that her eyes said it all. No, she definitely wasn't alright but she didn't have a choice. Nothing was a choice in this world. She thought that she was safe again from that since Xander was here but she really wasn't. She didn't even know where Kyle was.
Taking a deep breath she stood up and just shook her head when Dean asked her if she wanted a ride back. "I'm alright." She said. At any other time she would have jumped at the chance for Dean to rescue her from all of this... to help her out even if it was temporary. But it wasn't his problem anymore. It was hers and she was alone. Again.
All of her friends were here but she'd never felt more alone. What was she going to do with a child? A child from a different life? That wasn't her life. She'd fucked that up too much now. It didn't matter. Julia was her child. That's all she could think about now. Her needs and wants didn't matter anymore.
"C'mon sweetie. Let's go home." On the way out she really didn't say anything to anyone. She just feigned a smile at Buffy and said, "Thanks." She left and she didn't look back.