Larea's mind was still racing, trying to convince herself to look up, among other things. She glanced up for just a moment, long enough to see the man she bumped into earlier near the stairway, before a blinding pain knifed it's way into her head, sending her to the ground, convulsing in pain. She opened her mouth, wanting to scream, but only a hoarse, pathetic little noise came out. She desperately reached up to her own head, clutching at it wildly, nails digging into her skin almost to the point of drawing blood. Her eyes teared up and she shut them closed as hard as she could, oblivious to anything and everything that was going on around her as she writhed in utter agony. A few minutes of it and her body went limp, curled up almost in a ball; still breathing, but obviously unconscious. The tears, on the other hand, continued to pour down her face without pause.