She found Sleet to be on her own, her teammates occupied without her. That needed to be fixed. Sleet was not always the easiest person but Hazel still liked her.
“Hello, Sleet. How are you feeling? So much is happening very quickly.”
Sleet didn't grin, exactly. When she saw her friend (if Hazel was a friend, if it mattered whether Hazel was a friend), she made a dry, tense face, half smile, half grimace. She winked humourlessly.
"Feeling... bad," she croaked. Why joke? Why dance around it? Hazel wouldn't understand anyway and seemed unperturbed by basically anything. "Feel like shit, head full of shit, mad as hell at that prick Orrrrzo and I'm gonna shoot his ffffucking eyes out."
The taunts in her head came so readily and melded with the miserable thoughts already squatting in her skull that she could just about tune them out as she would a droning deskfan or a busy motorway.
– fucking piece of shit failed miserable tiny tiny fuck you upstart shitty useless fucking piece of shit fucking stupid lizard –
"Don't like it much here," she rasped, then trailed off into a joyless chuckle. "Like you being here, though."
She couldn't manage a real smile. She gave Hazel a stiff thumbs-up. It was the best she could offer.