[ Keeping one's head is the most important part of being in a new situation. All may go to hell around one, but the energy can be captured and channelled, and observation the key to putting it to use. Croix's midnight walk serves dual purposes: one, to get a better look at Alexandrina now that the chaos of the day has faded; and two, to lend her some space to think. She keeps her distance from the couples, idly willing them to get a room.

Turns out, she wasn't the only one with the same idea. There's a teenager hardly older than one of her students wandering the beach, having quite a time getting his thoughts in order. He doesn't seem to realize they don't take much proximity to overhear.

Croix's always had a soft spot for students, and little patience for noise. The two traits blend in glorious harmony, resulting in a desire to tell this boy, for the love of the Nine, to shut up. She clears her throat and speaks gently, tone belying her feelings. ]

It seems to me that you're in a similar bind I am. Take a moment and breathe deeply; we can't get anywhere with you panicking like that.