She worn, and a half-step further away from the mask of humanity she usually keeps in place. There's the satisfaction of a job well done, and the weariness of having invested everything into what she did.

And she'd forgotten she drank the last of the vodka before she left.

Drat.

"It was... simpler." She didn't have to stop, could continue on to her goal to come inside, and maybe find something comforting.