[ There's a nod, Camille easing into the closest armchair, grateful for the chance to sit down. She takes a moment to run her hands back through her hair again, clenching the thick locks on either side to try and ground herself, but she doesn't let herself tune out of the woman's voice coming from the next room. She listens as best as she can, her heart skipping unpleasant beats the more the conversation continues. She may only be able to hear one side of it, but it's not difficult to tell, from the other woman's tone, just about how well things are going.

When Lorna returns, Camille's lips are tight, steel blue eyes even tighter. ]

Sounds about like how it went for me. I told them I woke up in a house with a man I didn't know, and they laughed at me.

[ She stares down at her feet, eyes wide as another thought slips in, one that's equally unpleasant and makes her blood run cold. It's the feeling that in this town, they're truly alone. ]

I'm willing to bet a call to the hospital to try and get you looked at will go over pretty much the same. [ Camille's eyes lift to meet the woman's again, worried. Worried in a fresh wave all over again. ] How're you feeling now? Any kind of... dizziness or nausea or anything?