"I don't think they could do much but serve us popcorn."

Another scan of the room. What would be the doors are blocked by shades that CT refuses to let her eyes linger upon for too long once their faces twist into something familiar. The attendants at their sales positions, fulfilling endless orders for endless patrons. And beyond the throng, the entrances that should lead to the auditorium.

"We just have to make it through. I think."