She huffs weakly, rubbing her face before driving her fingers back into her hair. "I don't know. It was stupid. I'm fucking stupid." Her sigh is shaky when she breathes it out, and she realizes with sudden clarity that her skin hurts from where she'd sat on the cold ground. She looks down at her thighs and picks the tiny shard of glass from it, brushes grit and drying slush off her. "I need to shower," she says, a little urgently.