I'm super calm, on the inside? It's just that - it's a Crawford defense mechanism, thinking outloud. When Jamie's around, my rambling gets drowned out by his, but there's no point to compare it by now.

[She will keep on walking. In all honestly, the gun doesn't help her feel safer, because it's weighing down on her shoulders, the knowledge that if she takes it out of her bag and pulls the safety off, a stupid scare or mistake might end in tears and blood and murder. Conclusion, she needs something to hit with. Maybe a broom, or a bat.

She wishes she'd asked Stiles for a bat, if he even have them in spares.] Anyway yeah, yes - we'll find each other.