She sighed heavily. He'd clearly misunderstood her but she was quickly running out of energy to correct him. Plus now she was late. So she tightened her bag's straps and pivoted around, not wanting to waste any more time.

With a sudden haste she darted through the crowd. She still stuck close to the outer wall, circumventing the majority of kiosks. As they went along, she sorted the money underneath her oversized coat, surreptitiously tossing the emptied wallets in nearby trash chutes and darkened corners.

It wasn't long before she stepped into a cramped, smelly hallway. Corridor K-3. A pair of figures were crouched in the corner, fiddling with some small tools. Suite 7. The windows had been barred and blacked out, and a fancy-looking keypad sat perched on the wall near the heavy door.

She turned around to see if her new companion had been able to keep up.