Galina had been in low moods since she’d been put into the hospital, and it had grown even worst after the events at the Foundry Bar. She skated around as she attempted to find Henley so that she could leave and not make her worry, making sure to only pass the bar in quick strokes on her skates before she let herself slow down once she’d passed it. The cocktails she’d been drinking --which, by law, was illegal for her to have, but who cared when she’d gone through what she had gone through-- didn’t help with the anger and helplessness she’d been feeling since that man had hurt her. Her strokes were strong and powerful, a product of her dancing skills, and all she wanted, at the moment, was to be able to use that strength to defend herself. Wanted to expand her magical abilities so she could use it against someone who would do her harm. As her anger built and her fists tightened, Galina’s focus grew hazier and hazier until she saw she was heading right for someone. “Careful!” She called out before narrowly missing them. “Shit! Sorry.”