Instructions, orders, something to do — it's simpler now, uneasy though she still is, for Meredith to clear her mind and do as told. It's a matter of needing direction. Everything else has to stay outside. She throws open the doors, staring out for a second, too brief to see much of anything at all, before she darts to the side, looking around the room at the state it's in. Back to the wall, she draws in a deep breath and waits, listening to the rush of footsteps outside.