[ Just sleeping might be good, but she's more interested in getting a control of herself as quickly as possible. Being without the collar is terrifying, but even more so if she doesn't look into how to establish that control by herself. ]

I'll go to the Nesting Deck. The sooner this headache stops the better.

[ Her hand comes up, brushing against her neck, feeling for the scar and finding it quickly. Rubbing over it, briefly contemplating. Seems that everything was sorted, for now. She could think about it more, after the slept. ] Oh, my name is Angel. [ lets go of something, all knotted in her chest that she unravels little by little. ] Thank you, again. I didn't think there was a way out anymore.