Cammy scrambled to her feet as soon as they were dismissed, bolting past a waiting Hunk and making it out the door before anyone else. And by the time anyone stepped out into the hall, she was gone, nothing but her footsteps fading left behind. Swimming, and running away from her problems, were what she was best at.
She needed a smoke. A smoke, or a drink, or to find a quiet spot in the middle of nowhere and scream, and cry. Stars, she wanted to cry. It had taken so long to be rid of the emotions that came with remembering her mother. And now, watching all these previously faint memories rise, she was forced to relive more than she had bargained for. So outside she went, needing to be as far as she possibly could from everyone else.
Back inside, Hunk turned to Pidge.
"How the heck are we supposed to find her when she runs like that. I don't-"
"She doesn't want to be found, Hunk." Pidge said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Usually, she'd be off into the desert. You know that. Let her be. I'm kinda glad she refused to keep doing this. I wouldn't've had the balls to, but…some of us really do want things to stay where they are. Whether we end up talking about them, or not." He glanced over in Alex's direction, simply nodding once in thanks, possibly, before returning to comforting his friend. "She'll be fine. Whatever trouble she comes across should be watching out for her, really."