[It's not that she's fine with it. It's that it was an expected outcome to her life. That, and happened oh, what, ten minutes ago maybe? There are more pressing issues at hand then if Bill had killed her or not. She was good at compressing her feelings, for the sake of those around her. And herself.

Give her a day, and she'll be at the bar drowning her sorrows. Promise.]

I can't dwell on it right now- [but if she does, she can still see him, through a haze, club raised high-- She forces it down.] -we've got to get out of this place. And this bloody lock-! [she gestures frustratedly at it] isn't unlocking.

But- truthfully, my head is pounding.

[She pushes herself to standing, though she's still quite short.]