Between the crowd and constantly being pushed back, there was no way Raven could even get a peek of what was happening, let alone go through that doorway. The thief growled in frustration before spying the kitchen window, only half opened. The young man finally managed to get out of the panicked cluster of people before quickly rushing up to the window. Raven lifted the window the rest of the way and sat on the windowsill, swinging his legs over one at a time before nimbly pushing himself off and over the counter, landing on the floor.

A women also seemed to have fled into the unattended kitchen. She looked a bit older than him, and even though her clothing was very sparkly, it didn't leave much to the imagination. She looked dazed, maybe confused or frightened. Raven dashed over to the woman, and attempted to calm her down, or at least get an answer.

"Hey! Lady! What's going on in there?" The black haired thief asked, calmly as he could despite the impatience of finding out what the conflict was about.