Devika didn't know what had gone wrong. She usually came to the mall at this time of day and had never had any trouble. Today, though, was different. The mall had been incredibly busy for a Tuesday afternoon, and she couldn't handle it. So many emotions were pressing up against her mind, and she couldn't block them all. Her mental shields were up, full strength, which always made her feel rather robotic. She couldn't feel their emotions much, but she also couldn't feel her own. Devika simply held her head down and tried to get through the crowds, making as little physical contact as possible. 

It was hard, though, to walk through a crowd and not accidently brush against anyone. Things were horrible enough as she made it through the food court. She was shaking faintly, and could feel a cold sweat dampening her clothes. 

Without warning, she was hit. Not physically. No- this was a mentality of a kind she'd never felt before. It wasn't a normal emotion. No excitement or fear, anger or joy. This was a sort of detached disdain on a massive level. It was like a human looking at ants, and ready to drop a cup of water on them to watch them scramble. She stumbled and fell to her knees, clutching her sweat slicked forehead.

A male voice took her by surprise. She looked up to see a perfect stranger offering his help, and genuine concern. Devika didn't take his hand, though. She couldn't run the risk of emotional transference. Slowly, she hoisted herself to her feet, still clutching her spinning head. "...I'm fine. Just... a migraine." It was the least complicated way to make people understand.