And Pandora nods and says, quietly, "Let's go." And they look around for some kind of exit that won't take them through the throngs of people, and they spot a door in the back of this back room ajar just enough for a little natural sunlight to slip through. They guide their apparent charge over with them and press against the open door to let the fresh air from outside rush in. As it hits Pandora's face along with the sunlight, they smile and breathe deep.

"All right." And they look around—nobody's here, which is a good sign; maybe they all already beat it once the commotion started. They see a doorstop on its end, wedged into the path of the closing door, and assume that this must have been the way the employees set it up for breaks, which means there should be somewhere relatively pleasant to chill out nearby... and so there is. They spy some benches near the shade of a tree, away from the dumpsters and generally out of sight. "C'mon, let's head over there and sit down. I'll do my best to answer any questions you have."