I'm . . . going out.
Everyone woke up this morning in bed or somewhere safe. But last night . . . I can't get it out of my mind.
It'll be okay. I'll be okay. But I need to see them, at least for myself. I need to see people out and about on the streets.
((ooc: Amelia wanted to stay behind on the ship and rescue people because her sense of morality is seven sizes too large. Lina knocked her out and dragged her off.))