[ If she had to be honest, she feels a little ill. Not to the extent of throwing up or coughing up blood like some of their companions, but as soon as she reaches the lobby, the weight of everything just kind of... slams into her.
Someone she could have considered a friend is dead, and they still have no decisive way of knowing who did it. If they can't figure it out, there's a good chance someone innocent will die, and that's hardly the thing she wants.
Not that she says any of that, but anyone can find her settled in the lobby, polishing her armor.
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Someone she could have considered a friend is dead, and they still have no decisive way of knowing who did it. If they can't figure it out, there's a good chance someone innocent will die, and that's hardly the thing she wants.
Not that she says any of that, but anyone can find her settled in the lobby, polishing her armor.
... For a good few hours. ]