Cersei tried to calm herself down. She was still shaken up from what she had done, and would be for a long time, but for now they still don't know it was her and she had to take advantage of that. She sat down on a bench to think about what to do next, closing her eyes to focus. She could still feel the blood on her skin and clothes, but she blocked it out. Instead she only thought of the outside. Bleak and desolate, but most likely her only option now. She could survive, she had studied the outside for years, making her the most experienced out of anyone in the city for something like that. All she needed was a way to get out.