It was clear the girl felt very torn and distressed over what she should do. In fact, it occurred to her that she had never really had to make ANY decision about anything long term before - it had always been pretty day-to-day and she was comfortable that way. If truth be told, this idea of committing to something terrified the hell out of the girl and made her feel just as trapped as any cell ever had. She felt her stress level rising and could feel her chest getting a bit tight.
"Um. Maybe...," she said lamely. "I...uh...need to go. I....need the 'Fresher". For, suddenly the feeling of needing to vomit arose and she felt like she needed to escape, suddenly finding herself wishing desperately that someone would just offer her one choice of what to do instead of the seemingly endless string of options....
She fled, more than anything else, away from the others, looking for someplace "safe" to sit and calm down.