Okay. Karla allowed herself one day to be a complete and miserable wreck of a person. One day was fair; she'd been kidnapped, woke up naked, discovered she had no Craft, and then got traumatized by revisiting her very first bout of Fandom nightmare fuel and nearly getting eaten by not one but two of her closest friends.

So, yeah, huddling yesterday may not have been the bravest of ideas, but she was calling it justified.

But one day was all she was going to allow herself. Picking through some of the odds and ends people had managed to scavenge, Karla got dressed, changed the bandage on her neck, and readied to face the day.

Fuck, she could use a coffee.