She looks blank for a moment at the key and shoes he offers, then exchanges them for the sheet and the purse she'd somehow managed to keep a hold of. "Better to get lost in the crowd first, or gain some distance. They should be keeping an eye on the area," she answers as she slips the shoes on. Another moment and she unlocks the car door, fumbling only slightly with the key.

The woman's cry had been familiar, had tugged at some memory, and it irritated Irene that she couldn't immediately bring it to mind. "If they were as prepared as they look, there may be a first aid kit in the car."