Nadine's lips draw into a thin, tight line and a rigid sort of posture comes over her. She says nothing at Lloyd's silent suggestion, only stands, gripping the fabric of her tunic in her hands and swiftly stalking to the exit.

She needs to be not in a room full of people right now anyway. She's barely even paying attention to if Lloyd is following her or not, even his words had started to fade into a dull background tone after he listed the names of those who'd gone to Vegas. It's not his fault, she isn't angry at him. Lloyd's sweet, and she assumes ignorant of her life outside of Flagg.

Her quick exit takes her quickly to an empty balcony where she grips the railing and lets out a raw, inarticulate cry of anger and frustration into the open air.

"That...asshole!"