Nyx cried herself to exhaustion, finding a small divot in one of the hall ways and crammed herself in to it. She didn't know what she was going to do, what was she to say to Alex, he must hate her. She tucked her self in to a ball as she tried think of what she was going to do, cuddling herself to the sweater. She still needed to find clothing. She stood herself up by using the wall as a support and stumbled out of the crease in the wall, her eyes were as dark as a starless night, and dark purple circles accompanied her pale flushed face, she looked and felt like utter garbage. 
She began down the hall and towards the combat rooms where they had the training uniforms but the only ones that were left were full suited outfits made out of leather and cloth, she had no energy to debate whether to wear one or not and slipped herself out of the sweater and zipped herself in to the suit. Now.. How was she going to find Alex?