Irresponsible

"Are you okay, Molly?" I asked her as soon as we arrived back in our dorm after a very long and tiring day. Gayle was running as fast as a lightning bolt to the comfort room as she had an upset stomach after eating something that was cooked outside our school. Meanwhile, Molly looks gloomy and as if there are clouds forming over her head. 

Her mouth is curved downwards and her eyes are looking so desolate. She has not spoke a single word to us almost the entire day. I was thinking that maybe we did something bad to her but I have observed that she have sort of lost her mood after a phone call she received a few hours ago while we were on our lunch break.