Devika had her hands clutched to her head, but this woman's sharp voice cut right through the panic surrounding her. She could feel her irritation, solid as a rock in a river. "That's..." She inhaled slow, filled her lungs, and let the breath expand her as she'd been taught.  "I have to go. You're right." She breathed again, and again, shoving her panic down. 

"They expect me to be useful. And I can see my parents again, too." She smiled weakly, staring at Roxy. "You really are immune to me, huh? That's so crazy. I don't feel my emotions rebounding from you at all." 

Slowly she raised up, shaking off the last vestiges of panic. Somehow the firm reprimand had set her mind back into place. "Thank you. You were Roxy, right? I'm Devika. It's going to take me some time to pack. I could have it all done by tonight, I think. There's leftovers in the fridge if you want to eat something." She couldn't remember much else about having people over. "Uh. I'll start packing, then."