People were streaming around her, looking to go towards wherever they were looking to go but Ellie - Ellie was frozen in the middle of the airport, fingers clenched tightly into her palms, nerves wracking through her body. She had no idea what she was doing - she knew, logically, she was in the airport, but the reasoning behind her being at the airport? She was clueless - she was going to remain clueless, too, just so she could keep the memories and nightmares away. That wouldn’t last long though when she spotted Ian fucking Malcolm walking towards her, engrossed in his phone. She knew she could get away without being seen for now, but -- but she knew he was heading towards the same place she was, and he would see her on the plane eventually. Might as well get it over with, right? Biting the inside of her cheek, she’s about to turn around and let it go, until Ian looks up. “Well, shit,” she whispers, closing her eyes briefly.