Rajvi had done what she'd set out to do, that is to say, acquire some food. She was no longer hungry. However, she'd encountered an entirely separate issue now: between her social anxiety, the enormous press of crowds, the frigid weather, and the native danger of a young woman without much muscle mass walking home alone in the middle of the night, she was trapped in city hall.

[color=ed145b][i]There are too many people here,[/i][/color] she thought, fidgeting nervously and gnawing on a thumbnail. [color=ed145b][i]I can't...I can't deal with this![/i][/color]

There were just too many people. Too many. She'd managed to function somewhat adequately outside, but in here she couldn't handle it. She withdrew into a shell, becoming nigh-unresponsive and just about shutting down until Victoria addressed her. She raised her head from its floor-looking orientation, eyes widening slightly in surprise.

"[color=ed145b]You...you think I'm important?[/color]"

In all her life, Rajvi had only heard those words just a slight handful of times. It was a rare enough occurrence for her to start surfacing from her withdrawal.

[@PrinceAlexus]