Yeaaaah, Summer could really not get out of that apartment fast enough, although she forced herself to not pretty much just run out of it so she could maybe maintain some level of dignity. Of course, for her, this was like going from one super awkward situation right into another one because she may have been able to leave Rosa and her closet full of weapons behind her, but she still had to deal with Seivarden now and the fact that this disaster had sort of all been Summer's idea in the first place.

Well, not entirely. Seivarden had planted an awful lot of seeds in her brain on Monday, to be fair...

It felt a little stupid once she did it, but as soon as they were back out into the hallway, she very quietly, carefully, closed the door. And then winced a little, her face scrunching up as if it couldn't find just the right apologetic, sheepish expression to give Seivarden now that they were clear.

"Well, heeeeeeey," she ventured, "at least the dog's not dead, right?"

And neither were they, which honestly seemed like the much bigger accomplishment right now.