The approach to the tent was an agonizing affair. Zavakri pulled her hood up- decided that was too much of a bother, it'd ruin her hair if she wasn't careful, so she lowered it back down and meticulously distracted herself on the walk with fixing her hair back to perfection. It'd muss up the instant she got a smidge too emotional, but a gel could try to maintain some semblance of present-ability, couldn't she? It didn't help that the fear was only just now, after Ellywick's assistance, beginning to fully fade from the front of her mind...

Enough that her anxiety at being in this crowd to begin with could set in. She took deep, calming, breaths. This probably made her look like an idiot of some kind, or perhaps a fish gasping in air as it flounders for water, but it had the intended effect; she was able to feel calm. Feel like she had more breathing room. It helped that those immediately around her had certainly pressed away from the oddly presenting woman.

And soon she found herself shuffled into a seat- and she gasped.

"Oi, how come whenever I'm having a mild panic attack and finally calm meself down, it's always [i]you lot[/i] I find nearby? At least I know where I stand with you guys; in the back, safe and forgotten. Big personalities, you lot. You lot could hide a giant behind your conversations. Honestly, that's right where I want to be right now; behind a giant, behind you lot, forgotten for a few minutes. Oh, be still my beating heart! This place was pure chaos!"