She’s at the “to pee or not to pee” stage of the trip. Same as driving across country on the Interstate. The sign says “Rest Area”, the next one says “Next Rest Area 35 miles”. You think should I pull off or go to the next one. Then the next one is closed. Boy I bet she wants to pee.
I think we’re at the point where she has soiled herself (metaphorically of course).
CC