Gwen is a certain definition of "okay" for right now. While she might keeping it together for the most part, but the moment she makes it back to her room? She is going to faceplant straight into her bed and quite possibly sleep for a couple of days straight. That, or just head straight to the mess hall and stuff herself with corndogs, and then do the whole faceplanting thing.

But that was for later. Right now she was still hanging about the extraction point. Or sitting, actually. A nice good spot on the floor.

And it felt good to not be be ambushed or attacked by anything. So good.

She waved over at Wash once she saw him. "What's up? Feels good to have this all over and done with, yeah?"