Quinn stared hopelessly down at the floor. If Roaki could've met her eye, she would've found not revulsion, not hatred, but [i]pain.[/i] Deep, [i]burning[/i] pain that ate at her newly-empty stomach and withered her lungs before breaths ever found them.

"[color=ffe63d]...No. I'll...I'll come back later. I don't—I don't feel...[/color]"

She let herself trail off, and hauled herself to her feet, plodding to the door, pushing it the rest of the way open, and sliding out before shutting it behind her. As soon as she did, she fell against the wall, making her way wearily back through medical like she'd just been awake for fifty hours.

[i]I'm sorry, Quinny. You can't go outside, you know it's dangerous out there! You can go when you're all grown up, okay, sweetie?[/i]

Her breathing hitched as memories kept seething up from the depths of her mind. She closed her eye tight and just [i]stopped[/i] for a moment. This was a new pain. A different pain. A pain that stole her breath away. A moment after, she opened her eyes again and kept moving, managing to resume her feet proper this time.

[i]Aww, Quinny, it's summer! You're going to get dehydrated, sweetie! Drink it all up, okay?[/i]

All these memories. They wouldn't go away. They kept playing back, over and over and over.

[i]We're just worried about you, sweetie! Dad and I just want to keep you safe, make sure you healthy! So lie down for me, please?[/i]

Quinn had never, even right after Hovvi, wanted to forget something so badly as she did in that moment. So...[i][color=ffe63d]how do I forget?[/color][/i]

If she thought about it for more than a moment, the answer jumped out at her. She'd read online that people drank alcohol to forget. Besca wasn't drunk often, but...when she was, she always seemed so happy. Quinn didn't know [i]exactly[/i] what the process was, but she knew that it couldn't be [i]too[/i] hard. Just drink something alcoholic, right?

For a moment, she paused, and wondered if this was really a good idea. But then another memory tore through her mind, this one of her mom telling her a bedtime story. A painful twist jolted from her heart. And then her mind was made up.

Skulking around the edges of the station—she didn't want people to see her in this state—she passed through the commons, and eventually found herself at one of her favorite haunts: Tohoki grill. It wasn't noon yet, so it was completely empty, as far as she could tell. Everyone was at work, or at CB Danes, which was a bit less of a sit-down place. Chef Akihiro turned to her with a smile, but it quickly turned into a confused frown at the way she was carrying herself. And, as she slung herself down, the frown grew a little more concerned.

"[color=ffe63d]I'd like a yuzu soda,[/color]" she said tonelessly. And a moment later, she waved behind the counter, where a dizzying array of bottles was pressed up against the wall.

"[color=ffe63d]And put one of those in it, please.[/color]"