She swallows hard, before nodding some more, hands playing with the bottom of the borrowed basketball shorts. It's just settling in how incredibly alone she is in all of this, alone in a way she hadn't really had before. Even after the fire, and she was running through South America trying to keep herself safe, she had hope that someone from her family was out there. She didn't receive her mom's alpha after all, so at minimum one of her siblings had to have survived.

(In reality, there were two, but she didn't get back there fast enough to see one of them. A part of her will probably never forgive Peter for that.)

But here there was no hope. There's no chance of her seeing Derek or even Peter again. There's just her, on her own with something she can't control in a place where she's just as hunted as she was before. She stews in those thoughts for a moment, before she rests her elbow against her knee and brushes at her eyes. There aren't tears, not obvious once, but she can feel them forming and after everything that's been taken from her, she refuses to let the dumb rift have her composure too.

"I don't have anywhere to go."

Which is the closest, in this moment, that she'll probably get to asking for help.