It didn't make sense and it didn't matter, all Alexandra knew is she wanted away from the supply room. She flung open the door and was out the still ajar back door as fast as her legs would carry her not even considering whether she would attract attention. Only slowing down slightly to navigate the stairs, Alexandra was soon back in her apartment and slammed the door shut behind her.
Storming to the bedroom, she burrowed herself into the blankets and clothes still pooled on the ground. Only once she was firmly curled into their warm embrace did she realize she was still wearing the soaked training pants. But she was too drained to will herself to move to remove them.
So, she stewed in discomfort, her mind and emotions in so much turmoil she couldn't even begin to find any sensical thing to do. Eventually her thumb returned to it's place in her mouth, which she was only vaguely aware of. With her thoughts scattered and unfocused, she began listening to the hum of the dehumidifier trying to use it to drown out everything else.