She gingerly cleans her face off, avoiding her eyes in the mirror. She doesn't need to look at them to know they're red-rimmed and swollen. She doesn't need to to look at them to know they're hollow.

She runs her hands under cooler water, and resists the urge to wipe her nose with the back of one. The skin is a bit pink, but it should stop burning after a few minutes.


It's another little bit to stop her nose from running (to not look like the complete mess she feels like on the inside), but eventually the handle on the door turns and she steps back out, still carrying the damp cloth in her hands.

She reaches up and brushes the loose hair out of her eyes, before looking at Jack.

"Thanks."