Juno had been doing a thing she was pretty sure she had read was called 'dissociating' for hours now. After she'd been done talking things had gone from a conscious 'fuck it' to a mostly non-conscious one, with her staring into a fixed point of the horizon and people having to repeat anything they said to her.
She had wanted to walk outside for some fresh air while the jury did their thing, but something kept her as steady as a sitting mannequin the entire time instead. It might have been fear. She wasn't expecting anything good, if she was honest - if anything because Lila had been a great wrench to throw into the sure thing's gear.
When Oliver read Simms' sentence she hadn't really registered it at first. It was only when sighs of relief and the fact that Oliver wasn't visibly angry pinged in her mind that she realized news must be good. Juno, wide-eyed and sitting up as if she'd just woken up, caught up in time to hear Oliver lament Lila's fate to her.
Of course the victory felt hollow, because it wasn't real and he wasn't going anywhere but back to the mansion on the loose. The fact that Lila was going with him only made Juno pray for her for a second before she allowed bitterness to install itself as the default. She didn't even try to smile, there was nothing to smile about. If anything, she wished this had never been necessary in the first place.
Without saying anything to anyone, Juno stood up from her seat and walked right to the door, which she had obviously missed, in her here-but-not state, had been locked. Juno tried it twice before sighing and leaning against a wall, the action happening to her side while she looked straight ahead and secretly hoped no one had seen the stupid moment that had just occurred. There she stood, waiting for Marco and obviously Cecilia, whom she wanted to thank. She didn't need to watch all the rest of the charade.